wordsworth seems to be feeling his way toward a balance: not the pure idea, wreathed in clouds, nor the visual image burned on the retina, overwhelming and disappointing us with its matter-of-fact clarity, but the sense image, kept as fleeting as possible, as a means towards stirring or activating the idea that lies buried more deeply in the soil of memory.
These few days I have been living...food. Odd. But these really make me hungry!