Death and daffodils

They made their appearance today, the daffodils. (not in my yard, but mine are surely on their way).
So here I post again the poem I posted last year on April 2 in honor of my happiness to see them.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall add a photo (Bob still has my digital so I nipped this off the net. I mean nicked!)

by William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely

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.

Last year for some reason, as I was driving him to school in the morning, I mentioned to my son that I want him to read this at my funeral. He said he would not be going. I said I wasn't planning on dying for a great long time and that he would change his mind by then. He said no he wouldn't. I said when they put me in the ground all I ask is that you be there and read this darn poem. Him- "oh no, they won't be putting you in the ground". Me- "No?" He- "No" Me -"Well honestly I'm not so keen on going into the ground. Where shall I be going instead?" He- "Oh, I'm going to put you in a cardboard box and catapult you into the sky" Me- "Okay, well then you WILL BE THERE and you can read the poem as I'm launched. I think some sort of rocket might be better though. You know so I get more air, and don't just come crashing right back down on you" He- "No I wont be there doing it, I'll have other people do it instead" Me- "okay so you can recite the poem into a tape recorder and then have THEM play it". So anyway I hope we are clear on that. I think I should give him a good 10 years before I remind him.

It is odd that I love the poem so, for I like, but am not very fond of daffodils. There are many flowers that I do love, but they have not such a poem.

Cheese and I rented Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium last week. It was his idea, and not at all what either of us expected, that said, I really really really liked this movie. Somehow death and daffodils just made me think of it. Yes indeed I know this heart. I can never get a quote right, but one from the movie went something like this. She- "What do you see when you look at me? Do you see a sparkle?" He- "A sparkle?" She-" Yes, do you see anything in me that has a spark? Like do you see anything that seems reflective of something greater?".
Oh I know those are not the right words, but you can get a sense of it, from the words I could find.