a host of daffodils

Flower Fairies ; Daffodil Aesthetic

“I wander’d 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.” - William Wordsworth

THE TRUE VICTIMS OF 2017: “It’s getting so that you can’t even wish someone a happy St. George’s Day without being accused of being a racist, nationalist xenophobe!” cries Margaret, unwilling or unable to face the fact that absolutely no-one in the world gives the tiniest of tiny shits if she wishes someone a happy St. George’s Day or not.

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.

The signs as lines of poetry...

Aries:

As long as you’re dancing, you can

break the rules. (Mary Oliver)


Taurus:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
(Maya Angelou)


Gemini:

My strategy is that some day
I don’t know how, nor with what pretext
That finally you need me.
(Mario Benedetti)


Cancer:

I weary for desires never guessed,
For alien passions, strange imaginings,
To be some other person for a day.
(Amy Lowell)


Leo:

Even asleep we partake in the becoming of the world. (Czeslaw Milosz)


Virgo:

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear
And once that seemed too much
I lived on air.
(Robert Frost)


Libra:

Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings.
(Anne Sexton)


Scorpio:

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
(William Blake)


Sagittarius:

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.
(William Wordsworth) 


Capricorn:

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons;
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
(T.S. Eliot)


Aquarius:

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
(Langston Hughes)


Pisces:

But we were a maybe
and never a must
when it should have been us.
(Lang Leav)

4

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 (1815)

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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

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, I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud
Route 777 Pt. 2

Summary: Natsu Dragneel, a loner in high school coasting through his senior year with his head down and earphones on. That is, until there’s a new stop on the bus route one morning… and she steps on board.

an: Pt. 2 to this new little project I’m excited to finally share with you guys! Hope you guys enjoy<3 


He didn’t think about the new girl at all that night, but he was surprised when he looked down at his sketchbook and charcoal-stained hands to see a shy, smiling figure looking up at him.

Natsu didn’t really think about the new girl that night, not until the next morning when he took his spot on the bus and found himself wondering where he should leave his bag.

It’s usual spot was in the seat beside him to keep away any stray freshman… except for yesterday when he forgot, unintentionally leaving the only available spot up for grabs for the new girl–Lucy–to take.

Natsu thought about it, and left the bag sitting beside him.

She probably wouldn’t even ride the bus today.

The girl was a bit odd and quiet, but she was pretty. The blonde hair and big, brown eyes was perfect camouflage in a high-school setting. It wouldn’t take her long to make friends, meaning Natsu could leave his backpack in the seat.

But, despite his own reasoning, he still found himself setting the bag to the floor when the bus pulled up to the last stop.


In his second period that morning, he decided that yesterday had to have been a fluke. While he had never been one for literature, it’s possible that he’d been more encaptured by the poem itself than the girl’s voice.

It would explain the multitude of tigers and flames that littered the pages of his sketchbook that night.

So, for the second time that week, Natsu raised his hand to request to see the counselor for a class change.

“Miss Heartfilia,” the teacher started class by ignoring Natsu’s raised hand and calling on the new student. “Since you did such a fantastic job for us yesterday, would you mind flipping to page 77 and reading the first poem there?”

Natsu watched as the girl quietly flipped to the correct page, took a deep breath, and began to read:

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.

Perhaps her voice was so enchanting because for once the words weren’t just an endless drone. She made him envision the scene, so much so that his fingers itched for a paintbrush and a large, blank canvas to illustrate the words that she was bringing to life.

Lucy paused only long enough to take a breath before the next stanza, when the teacher raised his hand for her to wait.

“Mr. Dragneel?” the teacher cocked his head to the side as if he were waiting, and it was only then that Natsu realized he still had his hand half-raised.

Thinking fast, Natsu dropped his hand to his lap and sheepishly asked for the page number.

His eyes bored a hole in the mystery girl’s back as she continued with the poem.

There was no way he was transferring out now.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Azra, I loooove ur blog especially when I'm sad about things it is soo cathartic! But I was wondering if you had writtem anything about being happy? or at least not so violent? and could link me to it please!! It doesn't have to be about like puppies or a host of daffodils but maybe just doing somethin with your boo and not tearing each other to pieces? can't wait for the book xxx

Omg this is so cute I’m laughing so hard you’re very gently telling me “Azra, you’re a bloody moody cow, get a grip and write something happy!” I have, I swear I have, it doesn’t happen often but they exist and here’s a list of a few I found: 

All my love, x 

4/4/15

I was knocked out
for so many days
that I missed spring begin

earlier it reached down
to tossle my hair

I heard my dad describe
this year’s fledgling garden

“A host of yellow daffodils!” he says

Only his words get caught in
the long tangle of his beard
So it sounds like

“The ghosts should appreciate them”

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.
—  William Wordsworth

It is OFFICIALLY cheap daffodil season; that grey-brown draggy time at the hind end of winter when everyone is The Boy Who Didn’t Believe in Spring and even polar bears like me can’t face another clenched and freezing day.  But then, even before robins, the first harbingers of spring appear: grocery store daffodils at $1.50 the bunch.  I bought an armful, though it doesn’t look like they enjoyed the trip to work. Oh well. Cheap daffodil days!  If there’s no sun in the sky, at least you can have some on your desk.

And of course, there’s never a bad season to enjoy some Wordsworth:

I wander’d 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 stretch’d 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.

Spring is just around the corner!

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