“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth Essay

I chose the poem I Wandered Lonely as a corrupt by William Wordsworth because I like the imagery in it of dancingdaffodils. Upon closer examination, I realized that most of this imagery is created by the many parables and similes Wordsworth uses. In the first line, Wordsworth says I wandered lonely as a cloud. This is a simile comparing the wondering of a man to a cloud drifting through the sky. I articulate the wandering cloud is lonely because there is nothing up there that high in the sky besides it. It can pass by unnoticed, contact 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 next line of poem says I saw 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 word crowd brings to mind an image of the daffodils chattering amongst one another, leaning th eir heads near for each one other in the wind. The word host makes them seem like their golden petals are shimmering like golden halos on angels. It is interesting to note that daffodils do hand a circular rim of petals in the middle 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 shine and twinkle on the milky way.This line creates the image of the wind blowing the tops 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 dance. Comparing their feces 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 scrap image of the dancingdaffodils. The cloud drifts in solitude slowly and placidly across th e sky, whereas the daffodils hurry to and fro in an energetic, lively scramble. This contrast seems to show that looking at the daffodils make 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.