Author Archives: Megg

Sea and Poem Fever

I’ve now committed my third poem to memory and the pleasure continues to grow - not lessen. I wondered if after I’d learnt the first poem my motivation would diminish and it would become something I had no interest in continuing to do, in which case I would stop. But its not like that. I keep wanting to learn another.

Sea Fever has been a pleasure to learn. It is such a rhythmic and rhyming poem that saying it is a lot like singing. And I’ve taken to reciting in the shower as well as while walking.

It’s a poem I have been familiar with for some time but being familiar with and committing it to memory are not the same thing. Memorising is a very detailed process and involves paying attention to minute details whereas’ being familiar with’ is more an overall sense of knowing but not necessarily being able to recall more than a few words or a line or the general meaning of the poem.

I’d been wondering if over time the poems I’ve learnt would fade from my memory and become hard to remember - or even forgotten - and although its only a short time since I learnt my first poem that has not actually happened and I suspect it won’t. They seem to have stuck fast and are staying in my memory. The test will be to try reciting a year or more after learning. I will be curious to see how my memory does then. However I am conscious of a point in the learning process where they seem to ‘sink’ into my body and become part of me rather than a separate thing. Its at that point that I think ‘I’ve got it and it won’t get away’.

I’m learning Charles Bukowski’s ‘The Laughing Heart‘ and almost have that memorised. My next poem will be the first lines of Dante’s Inferno but I’ve not decided on the translation yet. Not all are available online so I may have to go to the library to get the one I want.

Treading Softly

This is the poem I’ve learned this week. A shorty I know but no less pleasurable or lovely in the learning.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Have enjoyed the spaciousness and ease of knowing it is only eight lines. All pressure gone, it will be relatively simple compared to my first 24 line poem I assume as I started out - and it was.

Again I’ve come to know it in a way that is perhaps not possible with reading, certainly in a way I’ve not experienced with reading. Reciting forces me to be precise and to repeat often, over and over again and in the repeating an imprinting takes place. Maybe like writing on the bones as Steve referred to in one of his posts.

Definitely etched into me in a way that no amount of reading seems to do. There is a moment when it is ‘in’. Where it seems to chunk down to a place inside me and I sense it is there to stay.

Time will tell but I certainly hope it is permanent.I notice in particular how important all the small words are. The joining words and the beginning words…is it ‘of blue and dim’ or ‘the blue and dim’. These details matter greatly.

Onto choosing the next verse…..

Everything Is Waiting For You: A New Endeavour

The idea of learning a poem by heart has crossed my mind many times. Its something I’ve wanted to do but have not bothered with. I’ve probably thought it was too hard. Continue reading