William Wordsworth’s ‘London, 1802’, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45528/london-1802

in Italian or Petrarchan sonnet form, bemoans English society’s moral degradation and the deleterious effects of the Industrial Revolution. Wordsworth nostalgically calls on John Milton, poet and civil servant (1608-1674) to as it were, restore England to her former glory.

By way of contrast, having...

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Earth has not anything to show more shit

Mad would she be of soul who could watch it

A sight so tragic, such a travesty 

This chancer now doth, like a varmint wear

The mask of a presenter, barefaced stare

Scandal, pandemic, the litany of lies

Indifferent, callous, let bodies pile high

Wittering trivia to the poisoned air  

Never did one so manifestly seep

Self important ...

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We obey society's conventions

For fear there's much to lose

One of the unwritten rules

Is to at least try to wear shoes

You went barefoot like a peasant

A throwback to the days of old

I wondered about your welfare

I feared you might catch cold

You risked those feet on grass and stone

Burned one after dropping the kettle

The other was left hopping mad

Afte...

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William had it wrong

                A haze of purple bluebells

Much more amazing

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