Today is supposed to be Poem of the Month Day, but I'm too immersed in reading Freud, Derrida, de Mann, et al to even think about writing anything creative. It's terrible how theory freezes poetry, at least temporarily. So instead of having me just posting an old poem of my own, why don't you lovely readers post something of yours, or a link to a favorite classic poem? Wouldn't that be nice?
I'd love to talk a bit about literary theory here, and especially my new-found but age-old fascination with Deconstruction, but the Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism awaits, as does Freud's Future of an Illusion....
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I don't have the brain power to read and critique another poem right now, but I do remember (from studying this poem at UMass) that there's also a pun on his wife's maiden name, Moore. Possibly a sad/nasty pun, maybe not. Perhaps he feared his love for his wife was so great it might possibly keep him from God?
I didn't know Bach had set it! Lovely!!
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