When Your Love is...Dead
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
Comments
You'd think I'd remember who wrote it.
Info flowing out of my head too fast these days.
Blessings and thanks for reminding me of Henry.
Indie
I don't remember that game
Dad's favorite poem was Hiawatha...did I spell that right?
Thanks for telling me about them .. Happy 4th July .. cheers Hilary
he was really great!
i'm with gail.
my favourite poem was hiawatha.
i fell in love with that american indian-the hero- at the age of 12...i think. funny, isn't it?
hugs
betty xx