“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. 
Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous 
months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the
 month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, 
like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to
 the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about 
him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden 
drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, 
Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.”
  
  ―
    Helen Bevington,
    
      When Found, Make a Verse of
    
 
No comments:
Post a Comment