William Wordsworth
Well the reason for initiating another Ulysses project is that I have been, as Wordsworth a long time ago, with the state of our culture and our relationship with nature. This poem should be properly read to you of course so please try this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?. (The text by the way, is read by Sean Barett, the best reading I have ever heard, and one that fits our times)
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 wreathed horn.
William Wordsworth 1802
