Were incidental gilding of the deeds,
Treasure trove. They simply came,
And they kept on coming.
As if not from the sod but falling from heaven.
Our lives were still a raid on our own good luck.
We knew we’d live forever. We had not learned
What a fleeting glance of the everlasting
Daffodils are. Never identified
The nuptial flight of the rarest of ephemera –
Our own days!
We thought they were a windfall.
Never guessed they were a last blessing.
I was going to avoid using daffodils for my Monday Verse, because I’ve already posted a couple of pictures of them, but I’m afraid I’ve been seduced by their golden loveliness. I have to confess that I’m not a huge fan of Wordsworth’s daffodils, so I’ve chosen an extract from the Ted Hughes poem instead. I’m sorry that it’s a bit gloomy, but I think it’s a wonderful poem, and it deserves to be better known than it seems to be.