I wandered lonely as a cloud...

 Hi Koko, 

There is so much war talk going on that I thought I had to break it up. Forget about you, I am getting anxious. There are WhatsApp articles on how to prepare for an eventuality like a nuclear explosion in your area for crying out loud!

So I thought it would be a good idea to look at your new books. We gathered around all your books, reading through to see what we will learn this year. History seems interesting with India's Freedom Movement being in the syllabus. It is important now more than ever to get your facts straight. Maths has some new Geometry concepts that we will enjoy. But it was of course one poem by William Wordsworth that caught my eye. I read it after years and it resonated just as it had the first time, so I thought it would be an interesting social experiment to see how you interpret it, and here is how you explained the poem to me:

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.

Koko - So he was just alone, walking around in valleys and hills. Then suddenly he saw a bunch of flowers. They are yellow, bro is just being dramatic calling them golden.

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.

Koko - Again, milky way and all, I am sure there weren't ten thousand flowers, but a whole lot. It was windy so they were just bobbing up and down. Like you remember thise yellow flowers in Switzerland, in the grass, like that.

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:

Koko - There are no waves in lakes, don't know what he is talking about. Also gay doesn't mean what gay means now. It means something else in this poem. 

Ma - It means happy in this context

Koko - Ya, so he is very happy 

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.

Koko - He is lazy and he just lies around in the couch, and he is bored and alone. So he thinks about that time he saw the flowers. Like you are lying on the couch and looking at photos on your phone. 

Gosh, I can't remember laughing so hard in a long time. :)

Love,

May