Do you sometimes feel that poetry is all prim and proper?
That it is rarified and can only survive in the hot house environment of a lit class? I say not. It lives right where we live.
Mad, bad and dangerous to know…
…is exactly how one famous poet was described just after writing a barn burner of a poem.
And If you want to find out which poet was given this infamous label, you will have to come to my poetry talk at Equator Coffee on Saturday night, October, 24th at 6:30pm.
Just kidding! (Although I would love to have you join me. And there will be other secrets revealed…)
So the poet is Lord Byron and his accuser was Lady Caroline Lamb who was actually described as being worse than Byron on all three counts. In fact, after their scandalous affair was over, Lady Caroline proceeded to “stalk” Lord Byron causing even more scandal and tongues to wag.
Here are just a few lines from Byron’s famous (and long) poem, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.