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Are you sure about that, Doug? I only know Jandl's version of "My heart leaps up when I behold", delightful, but I would be very interested indeed in "Daffodils". Of course, Jandl isn't in the public domain & his recordings are still available, which might explain their unavailability on the web. Utterly in agreement about the suck quotient of the "rap" version - rap as written is intolerable but can be fun as performed. What would truly be a great gift: the Wordsworth poems read by Basil Bunting for the BBC in a captivating Northern accent 3 decades or so ago - he opened my ears to the worthy W! Douglas Barbour wrote: > I'm more of a curmudgeon (or old fart) about this than Andrew, I must > confess:, so I don't find it brilliant. on the page, the new version > sucks, even more than the original; but listening to it, if I cared > for rap, I might find it mildly fun.... as it is, I kinda enjoyed it, > the accent especially.... > > (now I wish Ernst Jandl's 'German' version was on line [it's not on > ubuweb]). > > Doug > > On 13-Apr-07, at 6:41 AM, Roger Day wrote: > >> http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,,2054283,00.html >> >> The original: >> >> 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. >> >> The rap: >> >> I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud >> That floats on high over vales and hills >> When all at once I looked down and saw a crowd >> And in my path there was a host of golden daffodils >> so Check it! >> The kind of sight that puts your mind at ease >> I saw beside the lake and beneath the trees ... >> >> -- >> My Stuff: http://www.badstep.net/ >> "Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious." Oscar Wilde >> >> > Douglas Barbour > 11655 - 72 Avenue NW > Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9 > (780) 436 3320 > http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ > > Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy) > http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664 > > > lipsynching awe all the way to the grave of the unknown onus: > memory stutter; one smidgen, one scantling of thank. > > Dennis Lee > -- A man may write of love, and not be in love, as well as of husbandrie, and not goe to plough: or of witches, and be none: or of holinesse, and be flat prophane. - Giles Fletcher the Elder.