Tuesday, December 8, 2009

The World Is Too Much With Us

For some reason, this title to a William Wordsworth poem came to mind today. It goes along rather nicely with this image from Real Simple and with me these days. Whew.

Allow me to indulge just a bit and share some poetry love here on the Specs Appeal.

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 wreathed horn.


  1. Read this post last night. Had to come back and comment today. Great post :)

  2. I do not enjoy the poetry. I've always wanted to, but I just don't get it. It and my head don't get along. *sigh*