SO THIS IS TINTERN ABBEY

I remember reading Wordsworth's "Lines (Composed) Above Tintern Abbey." I don't remember a line from the poem, but I sort of liked Wordsworth.

I always thought it a cool name for a poet. He was romantic. I could understand him better than most. I really liked the poem about the fading of love which included the line "splendor in the grass/beauty in the flower". There was even a sappy movie made by that title and I really liked it, too.

We've been to Ireland a few times but I've never seen Tintern Abbey. It reminds me of the climb I made to kiss the Blarney Stone in Cork, Ireland. I think the Blarney Castle was taller, but maybe it just seemed that way since, as said, we had to make the ascent.

Keats, Lord Byron, Shelley, Browning(s), Yeats were some of the other Brit poets that I liked less than Wordsworth. There was another cat named Swinburne who also lost me. I have a feeling that if I went back and read all those guys and E B Browning, that I wouldn't get much more out of them now than I did in the late 60's and early 70's.

I wonder if today's bloggers and twitters will ever be recognized for our efforts. If so, I hope I have used some allusion, some metaphor, some reference that scholars can ponder and tell their students what I meant by it. And act as if they were dullards for not seeing that. Even when I, the blogger, couldn't.