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Friday, August 11, 2006

A Creed Outworn, My Sweet Round Ass


Some Wordsworth. Just because.

"The world is too much with us; late and soon"

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!
The 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.

3 comments:

Margaret said...

I like that. I'm going to have to pay more attention to him.

Anne Johnson said...

OakWyse, the leader of my Grove, posted this on his site not long ago. What a beautiful poem from one of my favorite poets.

Ripley said...

The world is thickening.

- John Updike