Today I saw the first daffodil on my running trail. I know it is seen earlier in milder areas, but I was touched when spotting it here in Denmark in my neighbourhood today.
My thoughts wandered to the great British Romantic poet William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) who wrote about the daffodils in 1802 in his poem “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”.
Since I was a teenager, I wanted to visit the Lake District, where the poet wrote his poetry in daylight. During the Napoleon wars, a massive tax was put on the British people to be able to afford the fight. The charge was called “Daylight robbery” as people had to pay a fee for each window they had in their houses. The consequence was that windows were covered, so only very little daylight was allowed into the homes.
When I was eleven years old in 1962, my mother’s friend from Manchester with her family came to visit us in Copenhagen for the first time since they met in 1946 in London. One of her sons was only ten years old, and one unforgettable evening he recited poetry. I had a small book for collecting poems, and he wrote the first verse of this poem by Wordsworth in my book. He and his one year older brother attended a grammar school and were years ahead of us.
In 2007 I was able for the first time to visit the Lake District, which I had heard so much about from John’s mother in who’s home I later stayed in my youth.