i finally really get the romantics and have become one completely at last i think. it’s been happening for some time but it hit me tonight when i listened to this song.
in rewriting my old poetry i found moments, feelings… i felt again and in other situations since having written them. in hindsight i was able to see the breadth and pattern of my own experiences and perceptions. initially i wrote in the heat of passion. (my drafts are, on average, barely legible, even to me.)
romantic poetry: is about recollecting emotion from a distance= write during intense experiences, then later, reread and rewrite. it is also about recognizing and praising the sublime in nature.
when i opened one of my notebooks to a random page to write about this, there was already a poem on that page — between pages notes from grad school.
i ripped it out, saved it and wrote another one.
Sublime in Nature?