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2 years ago
This is my favorite piece of literature written in the English language. I collect the poem quite obsessively and have memorized part one to date. I have six more to go!
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Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
That’s the stanza that everybody knows (although most people get it slightly wrong.) But Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s entire poem is absolutely huge, spanning seven parts, each of which could give “Casey at the Bat” a run for its money. I was too young to be part of the generations that had to memorize famous speeches by rote in grade school; I had to rely on Schoolhouse Rock to tie up valuable brain cells with cultural liturgy. So maybe I’m just compensating.
