Friday, January 15, 2010


I've been enjoying "The Prelude" again, that long, graceful, and profound poem -- among the best I've ever read. I just started Book 4, and it promises to be a beaufiul one as the poet recalls his summer escapades after the first year at Cambridge. As usual, I especially love the graceful iambic rhythms. It's what I love best in all poetry -- the enchanting music the words make.

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