I suppose this goal is sort of “on pause” right now. Since I’m studying for the GRE in Literature, I’m up to my elbows in Norton anthologies and such, making very little progress on my pleasure reading.
There is something lovely, though, about sitting for hours reading different poets. I come to a point where I’m sort of drifting among them, hearing their voices in my mind, hearing my favorite lines over and over, recognizing old friends in many, new friends in many more. Not just an intellectual experience.
