siir, sair, yalnizlik, tabiat..
son iki gune damgasini vuran siir ve siire damgasini vuran daffodil'ler..
bu ciceklerden binlercesini meltemin esintisiyle nese icinde dans ediyor gorsem ben de kendimden gecerdim herhalde; yalnizligim coskuya donusurdu.
varmis, bende de sair ruhu varmis. ben demedim, o dedi.
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]
bu ciceklerden binlercesini meltemin esintisiyle nese icinde dans ediyor gorsem ben de kendimden gecerdim herhalde; yalnizligim coskuya donusurdu.
varmis, bende de sair ruhu varmis. ben demedim, o dedi.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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]
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