Analysis:
The representative work of william wordsworth, the founder of English romantic poetry, is Narcissus.
narcissus
I roam alone, just like crossing a valley.
A floating cloud neon,
Suddenly I raised my eyes and saw a clump.
Golden daffodils, colorful and dense;
On the shore of the lake, in the shade,
It swayed and danced with the wind.
Continuous and dense, like a million stars.
Shining up and down the galaxy,
This daffodil, along the lake bay.
Form an endless line;
I caught a glimpse of thousands of plants.
Shake the corolla and dance.
The ripples on the lake also dance with the wind.
Daffodils are happier than ripples;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet not feel relaxed and happy!
I stared at it for a long time, but I never thought of it.
What a precious thing this beautiful scenery has given me.
Since then, whenever I lie on the sofa,
Or depressed, or overwhelmed,
Narcissus, it flashed in my mind-
It is a paradise when I am lonely;
My mind is full of changes,
Dancing with daffodils.
This poem is one of Wordsworth's masterpieces. Created in 1804 and published in 1807. This poem describes the scene of daffodils that Wordsworth saw in 1802. According to Dorothy, the poet's sister, Wordsworth came back from a visit to a friend: "When I came to the Woods beyond Koroba Park, I saw some daffodils growing by the water. We think that the lake must have floated the seeds to the shore, and this small group has multiplied. But more and more people are moving forward. Finally, in the shade of the tree, we saw such beautiful daffodils that I had never seen before. They grew in an area about the width of a country road by the lake. They are dotted with rocks covered with moss, and some lean their inflorescences against the rocks as if they were pillows; Some are swaying, swinging and jumping, as if smiling at the wind blowing from the water. They look so happy, dazzling and varied, with a bunch here and a bunch there, and a few scattered trees on the high ground. However, only a few trees did not destroy the simplicity, coordination and vitality of that bustling avenue. We rested and rested. There is a storm in the bay and the sound of waves in the distance ... "The wonderful scenery of nature excited the poet and became a beautiful memory, so the poet wrote this immortal lyric poem.
Regarding the last verse of the poem, some people think that painting the snake is superfluous, and readers can understand the poet's intention to praise nature without writing. But this poem only reflects a kind of "feeling recalled in peace", not the local dialect at that time. The poet didn't let his emotions overflow. After a period of meditation, the feelings he expressed again always have some rationality.