”...My wishes raced through the house high hay,
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children, green and golden,
Follow him out of grace.”
Next week (starting Sunday, so that I would actually do something else): Dover Beach
I don’t know if it is just me, but I found that being able to recite a poem by heart is one of the most enpowering experiences for me.
While I love reading poetry, I can only get lost in it when I learn it by heart. No matter where I am, I can live in a stanza, a line for a few moments, and feel cosy and self-sufficient.
I once learnt a Chinese poem like this http://members.tripod.com/~chinproj98/poem_long.htm and it still stays with me now, so length is not the problem… it’s just loving the words enough to commit them to memory.
My poem for this week is Dylan Thomas’s “Fern Hill”.