I am not a regular reader of poetry, nor do I write about it much. I did write this post last year about one of my favourite 'poetic' sayings, and not long after I wrote about my Dad's random poetry reciting at bizarre moments, and how it's wired into my brain.
As I looked for some books to make their way to my Street library, I stumbled across this, still unread 35 years later and thought I might give it a go...and my well read friend suggested I listen to Sir Ian McKellen read it on Audible if I chuck it in (which I probably will).
As a child, I grew up with the poems of A.A.Milne, Ogden Nash and of course Lear's The Owl and the Pussy Cat. I had the Childcraft series and the volume with stories and poems was my favourite.
But then you stop reading it.
In High School poetry reading returns and I loved Browning and Auden and discovered Housman and his ode to getting drunk* (which I can still recite that paragraph...it's so weird what sticks and what doesn't!). I can't recall how I even found that poem but I loved it. It seemed so irreverent.
My blog bio on Twitter borrows from Mary Oliver. I read her much later, in Uni I think but all her poetry is great. Accessible but on point, especially for women.
And of course, Ozymandias who ironically does stand the test of time at least for now - I see the statue and hear the poem in my head all over the world, when I travel. Rome, Malta, all the ancient civilisations will echo with the wise words. Even when I see certain billionaires desperate for a legacy in the news, I think 'Guess he never read Shelley'.
While I said I don't read it often, I am trying to read more - and last year I reviewed two poetry books - here and here.
*Terence, This is Stupid Stuff

























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