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Just when you thought National Poetry Month couldn’t get much better, lo and behold, today is Poem in Your Pocket Day. People from all over the United States will be carrying a poem with them today that they share with others. In the case of this blog post, I am carrying the poem “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also known as “Daffodils”) by William Wordsworth in my cyber-pocket so I can share it with my readers. You too can join in on Twitter by sharing one of your favorite poems by using the hashtag #pocketpoem.

If you would like to learn more about Poem in Your Pocket Day, please watch the video below. This isn’t just an event for school children. Chances are you might be thinking about how dorky you would feel just randomly sharing a poem with somebody. Believe me, you just might make somebody’s day. As I write this post, I just thought how fun it would be to deliver poems door-to-door. If I was still teaching, that would make a great assignment to send students out into the community.

I’ve chosen to share “Daffodils” by William Wordsworth with you today. His lyric poem fits the season as flowers and blossoms are in bloom across the land. It is also a prime example of English romantic poetry. Wordworth’s famous definition of poetry is as follows:

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Hands down, this poem just hits the spot for putting me in a good mood. Every time I go jogging and spy clumps of daffodils, I end up getting Wordworth’s poem stuck in my mind for the rest of the day.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (aka Daffodils)

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.

What song or poem can you count on to put you in your happy place?

Can’t get enough poetry? Read my pantoum Grandpa Red over at Misadventures in Strange Places.

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Article by Jeri Walker-Bickett aka JeriWB.

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