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‘I opened this book with high expectations. They have been admirably fulfilled.  Here we have a stand alone thriller about two lonely people who pursue a relationship of monthly weekends together in remote spots.  Suddenly one of these two fails to get to the rendezvous-vous and the other realises how very limited her knowledge of her  companion is . . . Gradually the reader pieces together some of the facts as an atmosphere of rising tension envelops everything. The intelligent way Jay, Lisa and others plan their actions is enjoyable and the suspense of the tale is palpable.’

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The moon was a ghostly galleon

Stepping outside our house the other evening, I saw the moon riding high among turbulent clouds and I spoke out loud the line from Alfred Noyes’s ‘The Highwayman’: ‘The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.’

I’ve just looked up the poem and what a poem it is, with a terrific driving rhythm. Strange really that it has been regarded as suitable for children: it is full of violence and eroticism. But really what it got me thinking about was the way it came so readily to my mind, and the way that our minds are furnished by what we read as children and young people.

There is not much learning poetry by rote in school these days, and there wasn’t a great deal more when I was a child, but I did learn some poems by heart , because I loved them. I can still recite Wordsworth ‘Daffodils.’ At one point I knew most if not all of Tennyson’s ‘The Lady of Shalott’ too (never dreaming that I’d one day write about it in an academic book). Later as an undergraduate I learned Herbert’s ‘Vertue,’ because I wanted to have it with me wherever I went. There are a lot more poems that I remember in snatches or maybe just a line or two.

Nowadays everything is accessible through Google and one can always be connected to the internet, so there is no need to remember anything. But, still, there is great pleasure in suddenly being reminded – as I was the other night – of a piece of poetry and knowing that you are in contact with the mind  of another person – one that perhaps lived centuries ago.

4 Comments

  1. Carol in Maryland
    December 6, 2014

    When I taught seventh grade (12 year olds) they loved it. The girls that age are already romantic and the boys love derring-do. Of course, I did too, and that usually helps students enjoy something. :0)

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    • Christine Poulson
      December 8, 2014

      Thanks, Carol. They did it at my daughter’s primary school and they all loved it too. It is interesting that the highwayman has become such a romantic figure. I expect they were scary criminals in reality!

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  2. Sue
    December 8, 2014

    I like the description of Tim the ostler “with hair like mouldy hay”. Such a romantic and stirring poem.

    Sue

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