Special post

Dear Friends

I’m still enjoying a much needed holiday after a riotous 2015 so I’m posting occasionally at the moment. Being far away from home and away from normal routine, gives one a chance to refresh perspective. I find myself keep being reminded of this old Wordsworth poem in my reflective moments. I thought it worth sharing if you haven’t read it or have forgotten its lines. At this point in my life and career and in terms of where I think the world is headed, I think this poem still has great relevance. Enjoy!

 

The World Is Too Much With Us

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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.