How did you first engage with poetry?
"Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead." In the nave of an Anglican church every Sunday morning: the language of the King James Version of the bible; Cranmer's Book of Common Prayer. But my conversion came much later.
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