![]() The two lines at the beginning of the second stanza of “The Raven” go “distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December / and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor,” and I loved the way that sounded read aloud (so much so that I ended up memorizing all the poem for, uh, I guess leisure). I loved Edgar Allan Poe in middle school. I have no idea what inspired that particular piece but I do remember the utter humiliation I felt when others read it and I wish I’d known at the time that would be a persisting experience. ![]() ![]() screaming? in a room?, in response to which my parents very delicately asked sweetie is this about you screaming and it wasn’t, but I got so embarrassed I couldn’t answer (when I probably should have lectured about creative distance, god, Mom, leave me alone). My absolute first poetry-specific memory is of a ‘poem’ I wrote in the third grade, I think-something about a girl. What are your first memories of poetry? Was there a poem you remember from childhood, or a poet you became enamored with? I’m obsessed with my cat who in return is indifferent to my existence. ![]() Hi, I’m Savannah, I write poetry and novels and entirely useless grocery lists, and I grew up in Ohio but I’ve been living in London for six years. Can you introduce yourself in a few words? ![]()
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