This is an unusual rescue-ee in that the source texts are two poems by William Wordsworth: ‘Lucy Gray’ and\u00a0‘Daffodils’. (I usually rescue poems from prose, not poetry.)<\/p>\n
The result is definitely influenced by how well I know both poems.<\/p>\n
She is all, and night is just<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Sound never looks this lonesome. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is an unusual rescue-ee in that the source texts are two poems by William Wordsworth: ‘Lucy Gray’ and\u00a0‘Daffodils’. (I usually rescue poems from prose, not poetry.) The result is definitely influenced by how well I know both poems. She is all, and night is just Sound never looks this lonesome. She wandered, small, overlooked, … Continue reading She is all, and night is just<\/span>
\nShe wandered, small,
\noverlooked, scarcely there.
\nShe was inward, broken,
\ndancing vacant
\non solitary wild.
\nNight was tossing
\nthe wretched daffodils.
\nShe danced, wanton,
\nchanced a glance
\nat lantern moon
\nshine sprightly golden
\nreached downwards beside
\non milky snow.
\nShe gazed wide at lonely heaven
\nand through sparkling
\nstars tracked waves of twinkle.
\nShe danced, pensive,
\nyonder mother mountain
\na steep, stormy rise homeward.
\nShe danced, wept,
\nher footmarks lost,
\nnever to be seen.<\/p>\n