Poezia este o revarsare spontana de sentimente puternice. Se bazeaza pe emotiile rememorate in cea mai profunda liniste. William Wordsworth

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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.

Cu ajutorul Andreei am descoperit zilele trecute  narcisele mai frumoase decat mi-am inchipuit vreodata ca pot fi,  incredibil de spectaculoase si delicate, iar din multitudinea de varietati le-am selectat pe cele mai dragi inimii mele:

1. Acropolis

2. Tahiti

3. White Lion

4. Texas

5. Printal

6. Orangery

7. Mount Hood

8. Golden Dukat

9. Cheerfulness

10. Bridal Crown

12. Apotheose

12. Yellow Cheerfulness

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