October 1, 2021

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness. . .

I have really been enjoying rereading the Romantics. Interestingly, I really haven’t read them in thirty years. They were the first group of poets that I really studies as an undergraduate with Harrison at MCC. He would read them in class with his Caribbean accent, calling Keats the “crème de la crème of the Romantics.” I might have to agree, though I’m really fond of Blake now, too.

I’ve been working on annotating “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” and reading closely through the poem and through various critics, it truly is a gold mine. I was telling Autumn that I wish I had a semester off to just read, but lowly professors like me will never get a sabbatical. It’s work work work always—especially in this country.