THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,  
    The earth, and every common sight,  
            To me did seem  
    Apparell'd in celestial light,  
The glory and the freshness of a dream.  
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—  
        Turn wheresoe'er I may,  
            By night or day,  
The things which I have seen I now can see no more  
   

William Wordsworth
           Recollections of Early Childhood

  
WHAT I see, I see has chang'd,'
Now Zuse, not Zeus divine'
Whorker now, all reason strain'd,
Abashe'd, unhome'd: malign.
A wonder new:  That soon estrang'd
 Comes daemon now, all 'Soft and small
Invictus not stand I.
All I see, all now awry
Bill not again this thrall
 
 Ken Hobbs
           With abject apologies to Mr.Wordsworth

 

 

 

 




 

 

Ode:  Intimations of Mortality

for Darryl