Saturday, March 9, 2019
ââ¬ÅI Wandered Lonely as a Cloudââ¬Â by William Wordsworth Essay
I chose the poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth because I wish well the formry in it of dancingdaffodils. Upon closer examination, I realized that most of this imagery is created by the umpteen allegorys and similes Wordsworth uses. In the first line, Wordsworth says I wandered sole(a) as a veil. This is a simile comparing the wondering of a man to a cloud drifting through the flip over. I suppose the wandering cloud is lonely because there is nothing up there that high in the sky besides it. It can pass by unnoticed, touching nothing. Also, the image of a cloud brings to mind a light, carefree sort of wandering. The cloud is not bound by any obstacle, but can go wherever the whim of the wind takes it. The succeeding(a) line of poem says I adage a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils.Here Wordsworth is using a metaphor to compare the daffodils to a crowd of people and a host of angels. The parole crowd brings to mind an image of the daffodils chattering amo ngst one other, leaning their heads boney each other in the wind. The word host makes them seem like their golden petals are shimmering like golden halos on angels. It is interest to card that daffodils do have a circular rim of petals in the diaphragm that could look like a halo. Later in the poem Wordsworth uses another simile, saying the dancing of daffodils in the wind is continuous as the stars that round off and twinkle on the milky way.This line creates the image of the wind blowing the exceed of random daffodils up and down in a haphazard matter, so they appear to glint momentarily as their faces catch the sun. This goes along with the next metaphor of the daffodils tossing their heads in sprightly terpsichore. Comparing their movement to a dance also makes me think of swirling, swishing yellow skirts moving in harmony.It is also interesting how the first image of the wandering cloud contrasts sharply with the second image of the dancingdaffodils. The cloud drifts in so litude slowly and placidly across the sky, whereas the daffodils race to and fro in an energetic, lively scramble. This contrast seems to show that looking at the daffodils do the author feel better than he did before, that they cheered him up. This idea is supported by the last line of poem, where he says his heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils whenever he thinks of them.
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