For any who hold to the power of nominative determinism William Wordsworth is a fine example. Who can give more weight to words than a poet? Born with the name Wordsworth it is a natural segue into poetry.
What Wordsworth is best known for is his love and appreciation of nature and especially of his native Cumbria. Much of the popularity of the Lake District as a tourist destination can be attributed to the poet.
In these dark #Brexit days as the UK retrenches into insularity it is interesting to note that Wordsworth’s first publication was in “The European Magazine”. He went on a walking tour of Europe. He was an admirer of revolutionary France until the Reign of Terror separated him from his lover and his child. Clearly a man who would vote to Remain. Wordsworth suffered the negative impact of a hard border.
But if William Wordsworth remains relevant today it may be as a canary in the coalmine for the impact of mankind on nature. Long before the landscape of England was ravaged by industrialisation Wordsworth was a Cassandra predicting how mankind would harm our world. The advent of the anthropocene has made him even more relevant.
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;
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;
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 wreathed horn.