I love his long poems—I once memorized the Lay of Earendil, and Erranty, and The Hoard, and The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon, though I don’t remember all of them now. It’s nice to have something to recite to myself when waiting for the bus or something.
And I do find most poetry boring; I have a collection of American verse, but it seems that Poe is the only worthwhile poet of the lot—of course, as for Tolkien, others will certainly differ on this.
One person’s trash is the next person’s treasure, I guess.
I love his long poems—I once memorized the Lay of Earendil, and Erranty, and The Hoard, and The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon, though I don’t remember all of them now. It’s nice to have something to recite to myself when waiting for the bus or something.
And I do find most poetry boring; I have a collection of American verse, but it seems that Poe is the only worthwhile poet of the lot—of course, as for Tolkien, others will certainly differ on this.
One person’s trash is the next person’s treasure, I guess.