23 January 2009

a post before clarse

We're reading Wordsworth today.

This seemed apt.

"Alas! Alas!
In vain for such solemnity I looked;
Mine eyes were crossed by butterflies, ears vexed
By chattering popinjays; the inner heart
Seemed trivial, and the impressed without
Of a too gaudy region."

-- Wordsworth, "The Prelude"

2 comments:

abb said...

i love any poem that begins with the word "alas!"

emmsifoppicus said...

me too :)