I spent much of my education career with the Romantics. Wordsworth was the center of the study but remember, he wrote a lot of smarmy crap. Being the sixties I gravitated to William Blake but always maintained a special connection to John Keats. Have you read any of Blake’s longer poems recently?
Some time ago, deciding that I needed to write more about poetry in this blog (though not quite certain how to go about it), I started a series that I called, rather foolishly, “Poem of the Month”. The intentions were good: I really had meant to write about a poem each month. However, since that first Poem of the Month back in April, I have been most remiss on the matter. I suppose this blog is too freewheeling in nature – I tend to write about whatever takes my fancy, really – for any regular series such as this to be viable. However, I don’t want to give up on the idea altogether. So “The Poem of the Month” continues – as long as it is understood that it does not imply that I’ll be writing about a poem every month.
There was a Boy; ye knew him well…
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