aha

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?

well-played?

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24 Aug This entry was published on August 24, 2012 at 12:32 am. It’s filed under poems and tagged coleridge, female, love, nature, new author, new writer, philosophy, poem, poetry, read, religion, romantic poetry, summer, woman, wordsworth. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.