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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Poem For Today. William Wordsworth


The World is Too Much With Us 
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God!  I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

2 comments:

  1. This is such a wonderful poem! It's probably more true today than ever, too.

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  2. I guess that's what literature is. It is timeless. I don't think I totally understood that before.

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