Hitting on Girls in Bookstores.: August 2008

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

He Remembers Forgotten Beauty.

I thank the internet for being a repository of old poetry and books; most of my books are in a storage unit, leaving me poetry-less. Which is a problem because I need poetry like how I need air (in big lung fulls).

While reading several Yeats poems; I came across a little gem on a website designed for people to discuss poetry. While several discussions interested me, this one comment about He Remembers Forgotten Beauty really caught my attention:

i love this poem because it reminds me of lord of the rings

Just. Wow. Maybe it's the parts about "sacred corridors" or "jewelled crowns" that did it for the guy. Or maybe it's our ability to take poems and make them our own. I know when I read Emily Dickinson I often think "What a loon!" because that's what Lisa Simpson called her.*

I love it when pop culture meets old culture. And now when I read the poem I think of Arwen. Or Liv Tyler.

*Lisa's exact words: "Emily Dickinson lived alone, and she wrote some of the most beautiful poetry the world has ever known... then went crazy as a loon."

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