Nobody memorizes poetry anymore.
Once upon a time, it was de rigeur and scholars young and old memorized and recited astonishingly complicated, lengthy poems –The Highway Man, The Charge of the Light Brigade, Dylan Thomas’ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Tennyson’s Ulysses, and Coleridge’s Kubla Khan… “In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, A stately pleasure-dome decree….” Continue reading “on memorizing poetry and an old-fashioned self-saucing baked butterscotch pudding”
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