08-17-2023, 07:20 AM
I forgot that when I was younger, late teens, early twenties, I wrote hundreds of poems in rhyme and meter, based on reading the English Romantics. I even used British spellings. I wrote them during road trips. Describing the grand ruins of deserted factories, pretty girls I met in passing or glimpsed from afar, lots about the moon, and the twilight realms between the mind and the brain. I wrote a long poem in the manner of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage from the point of view of an early 20th century hobo, making sure to add things about myself to confuse the narrative. And wrote my own vita nuova in English based on the forms in that book. All these poems are in a big green crate I bought at Value City around 2003.

