name='Wicked Lady']Quite agree about Wordsworth. I always found his stuff a bit drippy.
I wonder what it is that makes a poet appealling? Clarity of vision? Beauty of expression?
An interesting personal life if Dremble's choice is anything to go by![]()
name='Wicked Lady']Quite agree about Wordsworth. I always found his stuff a bit drippy.
I wonder what it is that makes a poet appealling? Clarity of vision? Beauty of expression?
subject matter appeals to me initially
name='Wicked Lady']Quite agree about Wordsworth. I always found his stuff a bit drippy.
I wonder what it is that makes a poet appealling? Clarity of vision? Beauty of expression?
An interesting personal life if Dremble's choice is anything to go by![]()
name='jaycad']subject matter appeals to me initially
Do you go for subject matter you empathise with or just whatever grabs your fancy?
I have to have some interest - I don't think I could find a poem about cricket very moving.
Originally Posted by CaptainWaggett
And an overwhelming desire to wear the curtains by the look of it.
Not just the curtains, the tiebacks too. Truly the man was a genius...![]()
name='Wicked Lady']Do you go for subject matter you empathise with or just whatever grabs your fancy?
I have to have some interest - I don't think I could find a poem about cricket very moving.
whatever grabs my attention usually whilst i empathise with the subject matter of owen, sassoon and thomas hardy.
i don't think anyone could find a poem about cricket 'moving'!!
name='jaycad']
i don't think anyone could find a poem about cricket 'moving'!!
Richie Benaud might.....![]()
name='jaycad']i don't think anyone could find a poem about cricket 'moving'!!
I'm in the minority then
Henry Newbolt's Vitai Lampada
name='dremble wedge']Not just the curtains, the tiebacks too. Truly the man was a genius...![]()
I love how absolutely everything clashes.
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Thanks for that dremble wedge.
ha ha! it's the first time i've read that-ok i suppose,but i still think you need to be a cricket fan! i wonder if it was the victorian version of 'when saturday comes?'