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Quick Share: William Wordsworth

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Among the books in my current Read pile is a book of English literature. (Yes.  I have kept some of those behemoths, and yes, I mean to read them!)  I'm just now working my way through Wordsworth.  Last night, I came across this poem, and it sums up so well for me, not just what it means to be Pagan, but what it means to be a modern Pagan.

..."And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man..." This is what I feel every day, as I witness our disconnect from Nature and from one another.  Though Wordsworth was, in fact, not a Pagan, I feel this poem captures really well how some of us experience our distancing, as a species, from our Green Mother.

Lines Written in Early Spring*
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through p…