Poetry is not a definite category, we can create a poem with what we have got in our lives from society, nature, humans, reality… to our thought, wishes, future, emotions… even our dreams. So, we don’t need many actual experiences to write poems. William Wordsworth – a greatest nature poet – said that “Poetry is a spontaneous overflow of emotion, not the emotion of the actual experience, but the emotion recollected in tranquility”; and his poem “I wandered lonely as a cloud” is one of the examples that justifies to this opinion.

After reading the first three stanzas in the poem, we can imagine a vivid fascinating picture of nature which shows the beauty of golden daffodils that the writer sees by chance when wandering lonely as a cloud. Under his eyes, the daffodils is fluttering and dancing in the breeze beside a lake. He compares it with twinkling...