The World Is Too Much With Us


THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US
By William B. Wordsworth
Read by Sean Barrett
Studio production - Robert Nichol

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.
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

2 comments:

louis said...

Sometimes I have wondered why there are still windows on airplanes at all. Nobody seems to look of them, jaded. Immune to the thought that theirs would be a perspective of the earth and sky only the gods used to enjoy.

Guanaguanare said...

Louis,
You are up late like me...or should I say early.

I have to confess that I am also one of those who avoid viewing the earth from airplanes. I hate flying and I only look out if I am sitting next to the wing and then only to check if the wing is still attached and functioning. As far as I am concerned, the gods can keep that "enjoyment". I think that if you are not a winged creature, flying is an abomination. Seriously.

I read your beautiful post and the thoughtful comments of friends and family but just didn't have any words to add. It must be the Trini in me but I found great solace in the humour in that self-deprecating line towards the end.

"Sometimes I was included in that contentment, but not as often as you guys."

It made me laugh through the sadness and Elena's smiling face convinced me that she would have also laughed out loud.

So glad to have you here, Louis.
Blessings