Nature

 Nature is a huge part of my life. Growing up

in a rural area has given me an appreciation of nature

that I am very grateful for (Pictured after this is the outside 

of my childhood home). William Wordsworth's poem

"The World Is Too Much With Us" is an example

of Ecopoetry that I enjoyed very much.

    "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;" (1-3)

    

    The first three lines of this sonnet begins this expression that 

humans are ruining nature. Ecocentrism is a belief that all things 

on and of the Earth are precious and should be treated respectfully.

Wordsworth is expressing his disgust in humanities inability to

 see the world this way.

                            These lines especially resonate with me because of my childhood.

                            Growing up right outside a state park, I saw the destructions tourist 

                            created. This is one of several reasons I relate to Wordsworth's

                            sonnet.

"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;" (4-10)

                                            In this section, Wordsworth is expressing that

                                                he does not understand how humans can

                                           destroy such beautiful things. He gives specific 

                                                examples of things he finds beautiful to

                                            connect himself and readers to the loss. The

                                                mistreatment of nature is harmful to all 

                                              everyone, so poems like these help expose 

                                                    readers to their failings, without

                                                                    scaring them.

"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." ( 11-14)

The final stanza of this sonnet are

a sort of resolution to Wordsworth's

concerns. He is asking readers to appreciate

and worship the earth as if it is human

as well.

Furthermore, I loved this poem, and I would

defiantly read more of his work.