William Wordsworth - The world is too much with us

My first poem here is written by well known poet William Wordsworth, I am sure you all must have read or heard about him.

 William Wordsworth

  William Wordsworth was a major poet during the    Romantic Movement in English poetry and a force to  be reckoned in English literature in short there is so  much which could be said about Wordsworth that  there will be a new book to publish stating "praises  to Wordsworth" so to not go that much deep about  the poet, I present you one of his poems that I  personally like most, which is "The World is too much  with us".

THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US

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 a glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

have sight Proteus rising from sea;

or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Summary of poem

Wordsworth is popularly known as the poet of nature who has written much about nature & his viewpoint towards nature is quite clear here, Wordsworth complains that our this world is too big for us and we from our beginning have been too busy acquiring wealth and resources that we have wasted our time and god gifted powers of observation on unworthy things and  we now are no longer able to relate ourselves with nature, here Wordsworth says that we have given away our feelings & we now are not able to notice beauty in waves who are trying to reach for moon and able to feel winds that howls all the time or the flowers that during night close their petals, poet  thinks that humanity has lost it touch with nature and become out of tune with its blessings and beauty.

Wordsworth sorrowfully tells us that we have become so unresponsive towards true beauty that it does not moves us now,

He instead of becoming like other human that have forgotten nature now wants to become a pagan (who worships elemental deities) of an outdated cult so that he may enjoy nature in the purest form like they used to do, here poet says that he wanted to see such sights that will make feel happy here he says that he want to see sea god Proteus rising from sea and hear the Triton blow his conch horn

that's all for today 

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