The world is too much with us

Today I am going to give a brief biography of William Wordsworth and then a summary of the poem will be presented.

Biography

William Wordsworth was born in April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. At the age of 13 he was an orphan , yet he did well in his school and later joined Cambridge University and graduated from there. On a trip to France he fell in love with Annette Vallon, who became pregnant. But later a declaration of war between England and France separated the two. In 1795 he met Samuel Taylor Coleridge; both of them became friends and later worked on “Lyrical Ballads” together. In 1802 there was a temporary lull in the war which meant he could see Annette and their daughter, Caroline. But he again had to return back due to limited funds. Later that year he got married. In 1843 Wordsworth was appointed as the Poet Laureate (official poet of a country) . He died on April 23, 1850.

Summary

In this poem , the Poet shows his anger towards us greedy , unsatisfied humans. When he says ” is too much with us” , he means that we have received so much from the nature that we are not able to handle it properly. Bestowed upon us was a huge ore of resources by mother nature and that is the reason we don’t know how to appreciate it. At the end he says he wants to be raised as a pagan so that he is able to love and worship the nature and Gods related to it.

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A beautiful day

It seems that I have been walking long,

Not a matter of me getting strong

Yet it feels like a new day , when I know 

The journey will end with me and my bag in tow

I am the only one to face the world alone;

When I know it’s me , and everyone else gone,

The sunshine falling bright into my face,

Bringing out the beauty from those youthful days,

I just know I have to face it all,

With no one to catch me when I fall,

Life might be a little boring and not that great,

But I am happy here, with no hurtful words being said.

The last string

Where did we go wrong?

Could I not give you enough love?

Or did you never feel it for me?

When did we start diverging?

Was it a month back ?

Or did you never give into me ?

Was there no apathy?

What if I stop calling and sending those texts?

What if I stop holding the last string between us?

Will you tie it up for us ?

Will you give us a chance ,when we need it?

I’m not sure about it anymore.

Unsaid words

Had you stopped me once, I wouldn’t have left,

I wish you would turn back, you could my tears,

A simple “how are you “? is not that tough-

I didn’t ask for gifts, a bit of your care would be fine,

But I knew that would never be coming from you,

You were happy once your needs were seen to,

How I wish you would love me, the way I loved you,

My face is called pretty by the masses,

None think of loving it, they know I can manage,

It’s not always possible to manage alone,

How I wish you would hold my hand forever.

Shout it out

Seldom do I care of what you think,

It’s not easy to be care free,

Things do change and that happens in a blink

More mistakes and more chances to be dreary.
Yes I don’t care of what you say ,

Life is too short and difficult to be quiet.

May be I let your mistakes go day after day.

But there are times when you can’t just digest the diet.
I do speak loud now, uncaring about you,

The feelings are scanty, dying gradually,

Don’t you think the reason behind this is you?

The lies, mistakes killed a bond brutally.

The bliss

A strange feeling passing through me,

What is it? nothing that I can see,

Your presence around me does make it good,

Is it right for me to feel or is it more than I should?

The blissful situation is making me happy,

Taking me far away from all things sappy,

I am not sure how we will go,

But this will be a journey better than any other I know.

A chance

I prefer to give him a chance, 

Not to strike him out.
He was not the one because of whom,

I cry in and about.

Consequences must be faced by the real convict,

Not the one who tries to make me happy

To bring me out,

Of all the times I grieve and turn sappy.

It pains to give in at once ,

So easily without being skeptic.

Again, being dubious  may not cure me

Rather worsen my wounds to septic.

He might not be perfect,

Yet he manages to make me smile

To make me realize I’m special, he never

Fails to seize my attention in his own style.

Something amiss

Amidst  the celebrations something always remains amiss

Can’t understand what I’m missing -your greetings or the morning kiss?

Nothing can replace the love that you had for me,

Yet I try to find that in fragments from people , which in their eyes I get to see.

I pray to lord you look over as my angel from the sky;

For without it I will not be able to imagine a destination beautiful and high.

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Lies

She didn’t know how to stop her feelings,

Something felt heavy in her chest,

Air being torn away from her lungs,

Was it what he said?

Did he not love her a tad bit?

Just took whatever he wanted from her body-

He felt she deserved better;

Why couldn’t he realise it before asking her out,

Before making her fall for him,

Or was it because she wasn’t that good-

She was confused, what did she lack in?

Wanting her wellness her first lover stepped away,

Could he not realise how hurt she would be?

Yet she stayed strong , her mind wandered ;

May be the face didn’t allure him,

She tried a make over, yet everything went futile,

This went on, until he came ad she was ready to move on,

Yet since it was her life, all her hopes went crushing again,

She realised may be her body did allure men,

But it was never her heart, she was meant to be a trollop,

A woman who couldn’t be loved,

Yes, she didn’t show it, but her heart cried ;

Promised not to make her cry, yet weren’t these promises all lies.sad-woman-looking-out-window1