I employed the poetry of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) as a kind of refrain in my novel Brookhaven. A main character is well known in his family for his lifelong love of Longfellow’s poetry and his ability to recite it from memory.
What I didn’t realize or remember was just how long I’d been reading Longfellow’s poetry myself. That is, until a recent comment on a post at Tweetspeak Poetry popped up.
The comment first arrived as an email. It’s a standard notification that Tweetspeak writers get when someone comments on a post they’ve written. I read it and looked at the date of the post – Oct. 3, 2017, almost nine years ago. Had I actually resumed reading Longfellow that long ago?
To continue reading, please see my post today at Dancing Priest.
Some Wednesday Readings
The Neglected Genius of Hilaire Belloc – Joseph Pearce at The Imaginative Conservative.
Tools of the Trade – Kelly Belmonte on writing.
What-ifs and he Price of Beauty – Elliott Drago at Front Porch Republic.
Writer Reads: Jan Carson’s Few and Far Between – Andrew Roycroft at New Grub Street.
Why you must know your book’s genre – Nathan Bransford.
The Beautiful Ordinary – Kelly Keller at Story Warren on Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry.
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