My Father used to buy my mother daffodils all the time. His favourite poem was also about daffodils:
Source: Poetry Foundation https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45521/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud
My uncle (who had been in the Japanese Prisoner of War Camp) and my aunt had bought me Louis Untermeyer’s Golden Treasury of Poetry one year. I had absolutely adored it. Unfortunately I was a bit distracted moving to Australia and I had forgotten all about it. It was such a fantastic book as it contained poetry from all over the world. I remember it was where I had first read William Wordsworth’s poem I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud. I also remember a poem by Robert Frost which talked solely about a horse. The Runaway by Robert Frost Read by Ms Hannah
Source:Brown County Libraryhttps://youtube.com/channel/UCYH_n2-eMMSHDaDYMtNucFA
Dad also liked Abou Ben Adhem. Perhaps he was thinking of the tragedy that had happened during WW2 where upon visiting his home town, he had once pointed out a spot where a solitary man had been blown apart.
Gay still just meant happy in those days.
All f the above poems were in Louis Untermeyer’s Golden Treasury of Poetry- among many many others. It contained plenty of poems written by dead men (and dead women too) I seem too. remember.
Poetry By Dead Men by Sarah Bereilles
Poetry In Motion(With Lyrics by Johnny Tillotson Sourc:e Tryton11
Source: Sarah Bereilles
“Together we belong daffodils and Butterflies (With Mozart 40)🦋 “Line from the song
A little early but it is almost Spring.