The Poem-a-Day Series, Poem #67

The sanitized convenience world of phones and tablets vs. the real, ongoing, ever-increasing eruptions and revenge of Nature leading, again, to a Doomsday scenario.

I am reminded yet again of Wordsworth’s classic admonition:

The World Is Too Much With Us

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.
 
Indeed, today, we are now nearly totally disconnected from Nature. We have wasted too much of our powers and possibilities on materialism and technology with the result of “The winds that will be howling at all hours”.
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