Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Herodotus speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Balboa when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
If Keats were alive today he’s roll over in his grave. Think of it as the onset dementia of an old English major approaching ancient history.Continue reading “A Deep Dive Into History”