For several years, in early school, I used a daily study hall to memorize poems out of my English book. This was when I was in the mode of trying to make myself be verbally-minded like everyone else seemed to be. I have since stopped trying to make myself be what I'm not; at the same time, I remember very few of those poems, which intrigues me. (And it speaks towards why I could not recall many of this poem's lines, too, when I mentioned it to you. I can remember only "Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?" and the final line.)
I'm pretty sure that I read this poem in translation early on, and also read it in a Middle English class as an undergraduate, at which time I greeted it in happy surprise at seeing an old friend.
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Date: 2009-04-20 05:00 am (UTC)I'm pretty sure that I read this poem in translation early on, and also read it in a Middle English class as an undergraduate, at which time I greeted it in happy surprise at seeing an old friend.