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.
Upon watching the 2019 super blood wolf moon on a 29 degree winter evening with my daughters and wife.
We stared for minutes at the bloody moon that vaulted straight up above our heads. We craned our necks to stare at the star-splashed night sky. Not a sound we heard.
My daughters pitter-pattered back into the house and snuggled beneath their blankets. My wife followed. And for a few solitary moments I stood in the freezing night.
The lunar event reminded me to take time to star gaze. Stop work early. Grab a loved one, and get outside. Look hard at the world. And it will look hard at us (thank you, Gerard Manly Hopkins).
The world is too much with us. Time to fix that.
Photos from Smithsonian