I fell in love with him at the age of 10 or maybe 11. It's hard to be precise when love is so unpredictable. I first saw him on a deck of cards and immediately fell in love. I became determined to get his cards from the other players (clueless children) as we played the Author Game. I had no problem with the age difference or the fact that this marvelous man was longtime dead. I was intrigued. Was it his steely eyes, his strong features or the promise of romance that held my attention? Who knows.
Later in high school, I discovered what he was all about. He was a poet and he knew about life, love and tragedy—all good experiences for a poet. I read his poems with anticipation and formed the images he proposed in my own mind.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and what… a fellow. One of my crushes of dead men.
Thanks, Dear Journal,Teresa