The Lost Art of Memorizing Poetry
The reciter’s gaze was resting in the air in front of him as he talked. I have no idea how accurate his reconstruction of the poem was—whether what he recited differed from the original text, if at all. To us listeners, spellbound by the beauty and simplicity of his words, it just didn’t matter.
Katrina May 7th, 2015 at 9:06 pm
Wonderful article! I can never forget the first poem I memorized for pleasure (not school): Shelley’s Music, when soft voices die. Lovely.
Anthony May 8th, 2015 at 12:26 pm
Great poem! I admit to having massive trouble memorizing poetry. It’s something on which I’m working.
T.