Images of Solitude



There was a darkness, call it solitude,
Or blank desertion, no familiar shapes
Of hourly objects, images of trees,
Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;
But huge and mighty Forms that do not live
Like living men mov'd slowly through the mind
By day and were the trouble of my dreams.

-William Wordsworth
The Prelude, Book 1: Childhood and School-time, 1805







images © 1997 by Randy Wang
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