Ever since then I've loved working on memorizing poems or stanzas that I love so that they are always in my head when ever I need them.
While visiting the Poetry Trail at the Robert Frost Museum in Franconia last week, I came upon another one which I wanted to live in my head.
Hyla Brook -
We love the things we love for what they are.
So, last night I worked on memorizing it so that I know it by heart. I read it aloud a few times (I think that poetry, like a play, is meant to be read aloud, so I always read it that way) then I listened to Robert Frost himself read it. At first I had the first part and the last part down, but kept forgetting the middle. I can usually picture words in my head so I made sure to look at each line. Then I wrote down just the first letter of each line to trigger the whole line if I got stuck.
It worked, and then I made dinner while saying it out loud over and over again. Then when I woke up this morning, I said it again. Now it's in my head, and can be taken out when I need a hiking cadence or something to cleanse the palate of my brain between tasks.
There are some Edna St. Vincent Millay sonnets that live in my brain, and I'd like to work on some more Frost poems. It's sort of like knowing a song by heart, you just do after a while.
Do other people do this?
1 comment:
they do, but seemingly less and fewer. you, my dear, are a treasure in your exploration of the life you are living. the mere idea of a walking cadence that is poetry thrills me. makes it not seem so idiotic to have words feel like succulence on the tongue, or rhythms that sear the throat, or echos that haunt one's movement.
thank you for this post. it really raised my spirit.
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