When in Doubt---Poetry

 I was just reading that today (April 7) is the birthday of William Wordsworth (1770-1850), who is certainly one of my favorite poets. Happy Birthday to anyone who shares the birthday of this genius as well.

As it seems this week I am confronting some Lenten themes of repentance and introspection on spiritual themes, in part while trying to stay sane while working with AI to create more AI, I find solace in this well known work of his. For some reason, I love the accented syllable in "wreathed" in the last line. 

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.

Ok let's have another!

My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I behold 

   A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began; 

So is it now I am a man; 

So be it when I shall grow old, 

   Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.