I Went Alone to Catch A Train after "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
I went alone to catch a train
To take me to my audition.
I felt the most exquisite pain,
A sudden surge of emotion:
There in my purse, a railway pass
Reminds me of my heart of glass.
A stranger from a stranger land
Bestowed upon me this small gift:
'Twas swiftly pressed into my hand,
Then he was gone, and just as swift.
Too late I was, as well too shy
To say "Thank you" or just "Goodbye."
With gifts of food I sought his place
So I could glimpse his private side.
He must have seen it in my face:
The disappointment I can't hide --
The way I had imagined him --
It's not real life, it's just my whim.
Now, as I hold this plastic card
I see him in his little room
With his companion... [swallows hard]
How foolish of me to presume!
And so I step with troubled heart
Into my train, and thus depart.
(apologies to William Wordsworth)
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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 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.
P.S. I started this in the first person to stay true to Wordsworth's original. I tried switching it to third person and I was not happy with the results at all. I do not presume to know what is in Kimiko's head (nor Fred's); I can only guess. After almost 20 years of marriage, though, I am not completely ignorant.
P.P.S. A kindly soul on this forum once told me that good art can be gauged by the degree to which it inspires more art. (Fred G., please take note.) I saw the comic yesterday morning and stitched this together. Sometime between then and now, apparently, Fred pulled it, and then restored it... My 200 yen on this matter: I would never attempt (bad) poetry that attempted to be something other than just funny but for panels like yesterday's. To some of you, no doubt, less bad poetry from me would be a good thing, but the loss of that strip would have been a real loss indeed, for all of us. And there'd be none of the really good verse -- the serious kind -- with which others have graced this forum, and that would be a damned shame. I mena, really: adults, with jobs and families, spend time coming up with these things and sharing them.
Extra credit: Assuming you've read this far -- anybody remember in which song Peter Gabriel opens with Wordsworth's title?