The Phone Is Too Much With Us

The Phone Is Too Much With Us, a poem by Benjamin Chase

After William Wordsworth

The phone is too much with us, now and soon.
Searching and scrolling, we bypass our powers.
Little we live in moments that are ours—
we’ve given here away, forgotten boon.
The photo eclipses the actual moon.
Video lapses the blooming flower.
It all uploads like a captured hour—
what we have missed will be our ruin.
Well, as for me, I’d rather be
a man alive, in a body well worn.
So might I, standing in truly me,
feel joy as joy, sorrowing forlorn.
See that which is the very thing I see,
until it ends or ending comes to me.

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About the Contributor

Benjamin Chase

Benjamin Chase
Benjamin J. Chase has published articles in Poor Yorick Journal and Christianity Today and poetry in Christianity and Literature, Connecticut River Review, Freshwater, and many other lit journals. He currently teaches English at Christian Heritage High School in Trumbull, Connecticut. He still uses a flip phone. 


  1. Brilliant and true. Thank you.

  2. Howard Wetzel says:

    Well done, sir.

  3. Aunt Donna says:

    Brilliant, nephew!!!!

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