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⌈ Secret Post #5556 ⌋

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[tabaqui]

I first read his poetry (in snippets) as chapter headings in 'Watership Down', and from there I was hooked.

This is the one that stuck with me forever, basically. The stanza that starts 'When the green field comes off like a lid' is what was quoted in WD, and it gave me chills.

http://figures-of-speech.com/2018/01/furies.htm

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[starwatcher]

That is... kind of spooky/creepy. I can see why it made such an impression. I find the last verse particularly threatening and ominous.

When I was in 6th grade, my teacher would write a poem on the board (every other Friday), we'd copy it into notebooks, and needed to be able to recite it the next Friday. A lot of old classics -- The Tyger by William Blake, The Way through the Woods by Kipling, and I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood are three that stick in my memory. I even wrote a fanfic based on "The Way through the Woods", many, many years later.

Poetry's fun, isn't it? <g>

Apologies for the late reply. I wasn't in a good headspace, and bounced off the poem the first two times I tried to read it. But this morning I can appreciate it, and yeah... powerful.

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[tabaqui]

No worries about the late reply. :D

That is so very cool! I wish I'd had a teacher who did something like that. Poetry did not figure into any classes or teaching at all, that I can remember.

My godmother/aunt worked at a publishing company, and sent me books from time to time. One of them was Maxine Kumin's 'Up Country', which was the first book of poems I ever owned. I still love those poems and read that book to this day.