Wednesday, 14 March 2007

Cellar Door

‘‘Mighty is the charm

Of these abstractions to a mind beset

With images, and haunted by herself

And specially delightful unto me

Was that clear synthesis built up aloft

So gracefully.’’

- Wordsworth

And thus in utter randomness she descends…




Anonymous said...


nice post .. something different

beautiful words ..
beautiful sketches..

Don't you think that Wordsworth poems are as abstract as the economic theories you explain ?


I also like:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils

Elanor said...



Mind have been clouded by much incoherence and randomness lately.