Sep 23, 2014 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
No one said it better than Wordsworth. I will add nothing more to the poem below, except to say, Thank you, Mr. Wordsworth. This poem always, always resonated with me.
The World Is Too Much With Us
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
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