I Walk with William Wordsworth

I walk with William Wordsworth

as he walks his field, his field

of daffodils, a yellow sea

moving in the wind invisible.

I walk with William Wordsworth,

and I ask him who planted

this yellow sea waving

in the wind, these ten thousand

thrusting beauty upwards. He

didn’t speak, he answered

with a smile, his last.

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