Friday, April 15, 2005

The World Is Too Much With Us

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 Pagansuckled 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 wreathed horn.

I like this poem by Wordsorth.

I feel that is dedicated to all of us who feel that we give up too much of our lives to the daily grind of making a living.

The speaker implies that the decision is ours.

Do we stay in our work-till-we-die world, or do we reconnect ourselves to life's true meaning?

Do we have regrets about how we spent our lives?

Which does the speaker say that he would rather do?

What are our emotions like in times like this?

How caught up are we in the material things of this world?

Can we change?

What would we give up if we did?

What would we gain?


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