I have escaped from my kitchen table and the poetry of Helen Maria Williams to revisit the 21st Century.My hands are icy cold from sitting and studying in my cold house.Not even the subject matter has warmed me today, although, to be honest I don't think it would warm my heart on the brightest August day.My central heating is blasting away from every radiator, but I am cold, cold, cold!
When I have satisfied my need for technology I shall put on my thickest cardigan and go make myself a steaming mug of coffee.Perhaps then I will warm to my poetry.I am trying hard, but the Romantic poets do not do it for me.I am having to analyse a poem by Helen Maria Williams,( To Dr Moore, in reply to a poetic epistle ) and although I am enjoying it more than the first few times I read it... I still don't love it.Call me a heathen if you will, but the likes of Byron, Keats and Shelley make my eyes glaze over.
I have an exam in June for which I need to study these chaps, but every time I pick up my course books the words just blur and dance before me...And not in a good way...
Ah well... its onto Literature and gender next - hopefully that will be more my cup of tea. Mmmmm.... tea. Time for a cuppa!!