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NOTE: IN THIS EPISODE, I INCORRECTLY ATTRIBUTE A POEM TO WALT WHITMAN WHEN IT WAS ACTUALLY WRITTEN BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BUT I LEFT IT IN THE PODCAST BECAUSE IT SUBSTANTIATES A COMMENT I MAKE WHICH IS “I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT POETRY.”

In episode 18 of Kneel Before Aud, I sit down and chat with The Movie Guys Paul Preston about, well just about everything. We have a super fun conversation about Star Wars, superheroes, film making, film buffs, Doctor Who, my terrible Catholic School memories, acting and so much more. Enjoy!

Now here’s a WILLIAM WORDSWORTH poem for you do enjoy. Thank you Sister Joan Grace:

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 stretched 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.

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