To my followers and readers, you’ll soon understand that I enjoy and respect a variety of different writers for their talents and influence on me. I recently wrote a post wishing Gabriel Garcia Marquez a happy 86th birthday, and now I want to examine another great writer, but from a different time period. William Wordsworth, who wrote primarily in the 19th century, co-developed the Romantic literary movement with Samuel Coleridge. As poets, they sought to restore the world back to nature, to re-examine the things we take for granted, and to appreciate the world blooming around us. However, this movement grew around the time of the Industrial Revolution. One can view Romanticism as a backlash against Industrialism. It was a battle of human development versus nature itself.
William Wordsworth wrote one of my all-time favorite sonnets in iambic pentameter about the subject of nature and its place in a human-dominated world. I would like to share this poem with everyone, for many may have forgotten it. Although it applied the most in the time of the Industrial Revolution, its significance does not diminish over the course of time, for humanity has continued to industrialize and materialize through time.
As well, I would like to point out that this sonnet served as inspiration for my other poem, “Down the River”. I had been reading from Wordsworth in English class while I wrote it.
And now, for the sonnet: “The World Is Too Much With Us”. Enjoy!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.
I hope you all continue to appreciate nature. What is your interpretation of this great sonnet by Wordsworth? I’d love to hear what people have to say regarding it.