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{{dc|I}} {{Start|have really been enjoying rereading the [[Poetry/Romanticism|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. | {{dc|I}} {{Start|have really been enjoying rereading the [[Poetry/Romanticism|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. | ||
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Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness. . . covid-19: day 567 | US: GA | info | act
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.
