Old Meg, Old Moira and the Prophetic Power of Poetry

I loved this post by Moira Lake, about her early relationship with the Keats poem ‘Meg Merillees’ (which was written by Keats on his walking tour of 1818, in a letter to his young sister).

Moira asks us what our own favourite childhood poem was, and I can honestly say that the first poem I remember as having a real impact on me was, at the age of 12, Keats’s ‘When I have fears…’ and yes Moira, it does I think give a hint of who I have become!

Do take a look at Moira’s post on her blog, which is full of wise words, and let us know which poem made an impact on you as a child, and why – we would love to know your favourites.

Moira Lake

megm1Greetings. I hope you like this photo of me striding across Dartmoor. It’s a selfie I took the other day while I was wandering about up there. In my fierce distracted way I was thinking that the poems and stories we love in early childhood seem sometimes to contain some essence of who we will become. Years ago when I used to teach astrology, I used to get students to remember their favourite fairy stories, then we looked at their birth charts and the correlations were wonderfully close. You could say the chart told the story, or the story found expression in the chart. Certainly each reflected the other.

Lately I’ve been thinking about my relationship with the early John Keats poem, Meg Merrilies. It was the first poem I ever knew, and I would have been hearing it since I was a baby, as my mother had learned it…

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