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Was Poetry part of your English classes at school? Which did you learn by heart? Which did you appreciate?


Which can you still recite????
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We read a lot of poetry in school. At that time it was called Language Arts, if I remember correctly. Basically English classes.

I still remember Invictus. "Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul."

I recall many excerpts from lots of poems but I don't remember many completely anymore.
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We read a lot of poetry in school. At that time it was called Language Arts, if I remember correctly. Basically English classes.

I still remember Invictus. "Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul."

I recall many excerpts from lots of poems but I don't remember many completely anymore.



Poetry for us was just part of our English reading assignments and wasn't as much a priority of as novels. (I discovered Jane Austen biggrin )
We had to learn a poem by heart for end of term exams and, for some strange reason (perhaps because my history teacher was waxing lyrical over Napoleon Boneparte) I found a poem called 'Napoleon's Farewell'. It struck a cord with me. I can still recite it near perfect and it still strikes a cord. I have no idea why smile

We had to reasearch the author of course and so I met George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron.
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Poetry was part of what was called English Literature — English Language ie. grammar was a separate subject. The only poem I can remember us studying was The Rhyme of the The Ancient Mariner by Coleridge, but we did study several of Shakespeare’s plays including Julius Caesar and Macbeth, and Macbeth’s soliloquy “Is this a dagger that I see before me” has always stuck in my mind, partly because of its total nihilism. When I was in my final year before going to university I organised a poetry reading competition for the whole school and I chose to read Tears by Alfred Lord Tennyson, another boy read The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock which was my introduction to T S Elliott.

I learned far more poetry at home because my mother started reading the poetry she enjoyed to me when I was little more than two years old. My favourite which I asked for time and time again was The Fairies by William Allingham and I can recite a few verses by heart. Thanks to my mother I developed both an extensive vocabulary and an abiding and deep love of poetry but I didn’t start writing poems until I was well into my fifties. My personal collection of poetry books runs to many volumes ranging from Shakespeare and the metaphysical poets to Ted Hughes and Dylan Thomas.
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We did units on poetry in English class over the years. Couldn't cite the years and poems or anything, but definitely did study poetry. Didn't have to learn much by heart in my day (1980s in Ontario, Canada), though. My Grade 12 English teacher (who, oddly, was German and also taught the school's German course) did make us do that for a speech of our choice from MacBeth (I chose the dagger speech).

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