The World Is Too Much With Us (William Wordsworth)

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 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.

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They throw plastic in nature like sunflowers spreading their beautiful seeds into the wide world. A wild world which is reduced by hypocrite creatures. They shape traffic jams in the busy places where this creatures used to live. Inefficiently moving, lay wasting our powers and gasses who fill lungs of little ones. The world is too much with them. They fear and hope it will be solved one day, but doing something for this rotten clod starts in their own hands. Risks are clear but they are honoured to play the game. Already lost in the very beginning when you creatures intend to be independent to nature. Ocean tides are affected by moon, winds starts to blow like up-gathering communities in my tribe. Rational thinking is included laws of nature. For this, for everything, we are out of balance.

O Aphrodite, mother of nature, stirring the right way is difficult for herd animals. Herd animals brainwashed by self-seeking leaders of this gruel world. I’d rather be a snowdrop, hope, spring forecast, peace. So might I, nailed to this rotten clod, have glimpses of resistance against a world warming up when winter said her last words. When the wind is howling through de communities of these ‘people’ and blowing away the blanket resting on the skyscrapers not letting any beam of the great fire inside. The blanket which is formed by these creatures in this traffic jams.

Having sight of Poseidon who is ascending from the sea. Or Aeolus who is wearer for the clouds. The world is too much with them. Them who are ruining this world and spike my precious leaves.

by Anonymous

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The World Is Too Much With Us (William Wordsworth)

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 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.

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Everybody in the world is only consuming and consuming, not caring whether they are destroying the earth. Negligent if the world is going to end because of them.

The mind-set of the people nowadays is also not about giving but all about taking. Taking, taking and more taking, everybody only thinks about themselves and that ruins the earth.

The majority off the people these presently lives in the city, with all the busy noises, busses and cars. People running to their work and they forget all about the natural world. The natural world is too much for humans these days. They can only live the life of the city.

We only drift away from our nature. We give our hearts away, that is great. In matter of fact, it is not. It is such a shame that we get more and more further away from the purest being of ourselves, our nature.

We do not care about the world around us, all of the influence of nature does not bother us anymore. The beauty of the see, the sharp wind, the leaves that fall of the tree when the autumn is coming and the captivating thunder and rain.

Despite all of the beauty of nature, we still are out of tune. We still do not want to interfere with nature.

It does not matter how beautiful the world is, the city is too busy and the people do not care. It moves us not. I would rather be a dork, a douche, a bastard, the worst of all the people in the whole wide world, but only if I do care about the beautiful nature. That is the only thing that matters to me.

Standing here in a meadow looking at the sea I see the beauty of everything the nature gives us and maybe if I were a dork I would appreciate it more.

I am looking at the see hoping for a glimpse of maybe Proteus or Triton, masters of the sea. The purest and most beautiful form of nature. I can only dream of it.

by Anonymous