Sep 8
At first, I was a tree —a blade of grass...—a cloud....
My eye saw and my skin felt — I did breath in the butterfly
So close to Nature–as–God was I that...
Romanced her she did to me
Then, with a rending that tore all asunder,
Iron AND
Steel AND
Coal AND
THUNDER of...
Machines pounding pounding pounding and...
Ripping and ripping and ripping
With a mighty roaring of engines came
The Victorian Era bound up in all its pain.
My eye saw and my skin felt — I did breath in the butterfly
So close to Nature–as–God was I that...
Romanced her she did to me
Then, with a rending that tore all asunder,
Iron AND
Steel AND
Coal AND
THUNDER of...
Machines pounding pounding pounding and...
Ripping and ripping and ripping
With a mighty roaring of engines came
The Victorian Era bound up in all its pain.
This poem discusses how the Victorian era ended our unity with nature that occurred during British Romanticism. Industry killed nature and our unity with her.
