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Poem - 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; 96 more words


Small Life

Photo: Leigh Pumilia

To be

in a quiet world,

where sounds,

blend and rise again,

becoming music,

soft enough

to still hear,

small life,


Photo: Leigh Pumilia

Daily Journal

#165: Our Phones Are Too Much With Us

This was too damn hard. Finally, I had to abandon Wordsworth’s awesome rhyme scheme because almost nothing rhymes with seven. At any rate, “The World Is Too Much With Us” is one of my all-time favorite poems and now I’ve gone and ruined it.   335 more words


Wordsworth - born


William Wordsworth was born 4/7/1770 at Cockermouth, Cumbria, England, the 2nd of 5 children of John & Anne (Cookson) Wordsworth. William’s “mum” died in 1778: he was sent to Hawkshead Grammar School where he penned his first poems. 185 more words


On the Inspiration for Poetry

This will be the first in a series of posts regarding the nature of poetry, with the final poem being one of my own, if all goes well. 423 more words

The World Is Too Much With Us

As a child, I was fascinated by Greek mythology. My teacher had a large book that she would let me and my siblings attempt to absorb, filled with stories of mighty Zeus and jealous Hera, lovely Aphrodite, wise Athena, bloodthirsty Ares, and stories that we would not comprehend fully for many more years. 176 more words