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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud – William Wordsworth

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.

In Lyrical Ballads schrijft William Wordsworth, “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”

Oefening: sluit je ogen en ga met je aandacht naar iets dat jouw hart blij maakt – een voorwerp, moment of landschap. Neem de tijd om dit in je op te nemen met al je zintuigen; hoe zag het eruit, hoe liet het je voelen etc; laat het een ‘emotion recollection in tranquility’ zijn.
In deze staat: begin nu met schrijven, gesprekken, schilderen; creëren.

Met dank aan Suleika Jaouad.

Author Aurélie Hudig

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