When the days shorten and grow chill, I turn to knitting, quilting, and crossword puzzles. The other day I was working on a puzzle (‘My Stars!’ by Charles M. Deber, originally published in The New York Times.) Hmmm….what was a five-letter word for the clue ‘Commit to memory’? The answer was: ‘learn’.
What does it mean to learn something?
When I was in grade school,( classically the ‘grammar stage’of development when memorization was stressed) memorizing facts or poems–learning things “by heart”–was pedagogically passé. I, have, however, always felt that, contrary to fashion, learning a few selected things by heart was the gold standard. Naturally, I don’t mean simply mean the ability to parrot without understanding. Instead, I mean that there is a confidence in being absolutely certain of a particular bit of material that can then anchor new explorations and the creation of new work.
Personally, I have found value in memorizing many different kind of material, from the Pythagorean theorem, the colors of the rainbow, and the books of the Old and New Testaments to the U.S. presidents in chronological order. What I most enjoy memorizing (and repeating over and over in odd moments) are poems I love.
I have been memorizing poems my whole life, beginning (like most of us) with nursery rhymes, moving on to proverbial sayings, and song lyrics and such poems as relatives had memorized. My father recited “The Cremation of Sam McGee” by Robert Service with gusto, and my sister can still recite it, a breakneck speed, in under a minute. Later, in high school, I began making the effort (thanks to all my English teachers) to memorize poems. It is a practice I have continued fitfully ever since. For several decades, I had a file folder (an actual blue paper file with sheets of typewritten paper in it!) labelled “Solaces: Poems Committed to Memory”.
This year, I expanded to a three-ring binder, and I included copies of poems I have securely in my ‘neural anthology’ as well as those I have about three-quarters of but still need some work. (I have found that many of the longer poems require periodic polishing to remain clear, but once something is truly learnt by heart then it doesn’t take much to brush up. The oftener it is reviewed, the more reliably it can be called up. Some frequently revisited favorites are as deeply engraved as the Pledge of Allegiance.
The majority of the ones I have memorized are formally structured using rhyme and meter.
Why do I do this? What is the point? Pleasure, primarily. I am intrigued by why my brain responds to language poetically patterned, and I keep coming back to this ground-breaking research, The Neural Lyre, first published in 1983 in Poetry Magazine, by Frederick Turner and Ernst Pöppel. Are we, I wonder, hardwired to respond to musical language? If so, why? And I am fascinated by more recent research that suggest memories of music and poetry can still be accessible after other problems remembering facts arise.
As my hearing becomes (ever so slightly) less acute and my eyesight needs (just a few) props — so that’s why my Condensed Oxford English Dictionary came equipped with a little drawer and a huge magnifying glass! — I know there is a chance I might, one distant day, become unable to enjoy reading, viewing a film, sewing, taking in an exhibit of art, hearing a lecturer, or listening to music. If that day ever comes, I plan to deepen my practice of breath work, explore the textures of flowers and vegetables and fruits, and continue to explore the contours of poems I have safe in my heart.
Below is my ‘life list’ of poems. The ones with asterisks are Recite On Demand. The others are, shall we say, Under Construction.
In future posts, I plan to share insights I have had about specific classic poems that I could not have had without the experience of committing them to memory; techniques for memorizing that have served me well; and a few stories, of my own and of others, of moments when the ability to call a poem to mind has been a valuable thing.
For now, I invite you to let me know if there is a poem you particularly cherish, or if you have thoughts on the merits of memorization generally — what do you know by heart? If you want to hold my feet to the fire, next time you see me you can ask me to recite an asterisked poem–I would love it if you have a poem to recite, too.
Poems Memorized (*) and Becoming Memorized November 2014
“Twilight at Tenney Park”*
“441 This is my letter to the World”
“712 Because I could not stop for Death”
“445 They shut me up in Prose”
“656 I started early, took my dog”*
“249 Wild nights, wild nights”*
“254 Hope is the thing with Feathers”*
“341 After great pain”*
“288 I’m Nobody. Who are you?”*
737 “The moon was but a chin of gold”
“214 I taste a liquor never brewed”
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”*
“Fire and Ice”*
“Acquainted with the Night”
“Nothing Gold Can Stay”*
William Butler Years
“No Second Troy”
“Lines Written in Dejection”*
“The Circus Animals’ Desertion”
“Among School Children”
“Sailing to Byzantium”
“The Wild Swans at Coole”*
“An Irish Airman Forsees His Death”*
“The Second Coming”
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree”*
“When You Are Old”
“Who Goes with Fergus?”*
“To be carved on a Stone at Thoor Ballylee”
“116 CXVI Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds”*
“29 XXIX When in Disgrace with Fortune and Men’s Eyes”*
“73 LVIII That Time of Year Though Mayst in Me Behold”*
“130 CXXX My Mistress’s Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun”*
Gerard Manly Hopkins
“Spring and Fall to a Young Child”*
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”* (often cited as “Daffodils”)
“Two Voices in a Meadow”*
“Advice to a Prophet”
“Dulce et Decorum Est”
“Arms and the Boy”
“Fathers and Daughters”*
“On the Vanity of Earthly Greatness”
Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn
“The Golf Links”*
“A Poison Tree”
“The Sick Rose”*
“The Song of the Jellicles”
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
“The Lady of Shallot”
George Gordon, Lord Byron
“She Walks in Beauty”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Rosalia de Castro
“On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer”
“Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now”
“Upon Julia’s Clothes”*
“The Burning Babe”*
“To Althea, From Prison”
Until another Wednesday, wishing you well!