Wandering

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I keep a collection of poetry on my desk and pull from it often before I begin writing.  The tight text, rhythms, and strong sensory details aid my own creativity.  Here’s a favorite you may recall:

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,                A host, of golden daffodils;
 Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
 Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

 Continuous as the stars that shine
 And twinkle on the milky way,
 They stretched in never-ending line
 Along the margin of a    bay                                
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
 A poet could not but be gay,
 In such a jocund company:
 I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
 What wealth the show to me had brought:

 For oft, when on my couch I lie
 In vacant or in pensive mood,                               
 They flash upon that inward eye
 Which is the bliss of solitude;
  And then my heart with pleasure fills,
  And dances with the daffodils. –William Wordsworth, 1804

Take time today to enjoy life’s beauty–inhale it, soak it in, and savor its sweetness.

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