Printemps des daffodils

Le concours des plus belles jonquilles a été remporté par Pam et Chris Sutcliff à la Casselle. Elles viennent directement d'Ecosse et se sont remarquablement acclimatées à Soumensac.

Nous leur dédions ce poème de Wordsworth "Daffodils" (danse avec les jonquilles)

NDLR ; nous attendons une traduction de nos amis anglais ou français...

I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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.

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850
Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.