Wordsworth Today

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.
 

In doing some Googling about Wordsworth’s other works, I stumbled across “The World is Too Much With Us,” a sonnet about the loss of our communion with nature. The sonnet’s narrator angrily accuses the modern age–specifically the industrial revolution–of having lost its connection with nature and all that is meaningful. The narrator states that we, as a modern society, have become lost in an economic, spiritual, and cultural sense. I find this sonnet particularly interesting because of how relevant it is in the 21st century; in an era ruled by technology and green paper. As a society–particularly, in the United States, as the paragon of capitalism–we dedicate our lives and our livliehoods to furthering the materiality of our society. We are out of touch with nature and the world around us, valuing its destruction to further our material gains. Evidently, Wordsworth values the health of our environment as well as the health of society’s and the individual’s connection with the environment. I’d like to think that if Wordsworth were born about 200 years, he most certainly would’ve been an ecologist or an environmentalist. 

 

“When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer” by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
 

This poem, written by Walt Whitman is one of my favorite poems. Although “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer” was not published during the Romantic period (having missed it by a few decades) and has a subject matter of little importance, it reminded me of our class. Despite the poem’s conciseness, it feels as if the narrator has captured a moment in time. There is a spontaneity in the capturing of this hazy, dream-like moment that has always intrigued me. The line “Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars” has always struck me the most, filling me with a sense of peace and wonder that I had never known until stargazing one August night during my first semester here. I am from NYC and growing up I had always wondered and wished I could see a clear night sky. So in a way, this poem is near and dear to me, as I find myself relating it’s dream-like narration. 

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