kazilo’s Reviews > The Norton Anthology of Poetry > Status Update

I love whoever controls Saxby’s aux. Annotating I Wandered as Lonely as a Cloud while listening to so american is a 10/10 experience

I’m shaking with excitement. No way the mariner has even more trials to undergo. No way this was all a metaphor.

“More like a man / flying from something he dreads than one / who sought the thing he loved.”

I’m eating my Sbrocco’s donut I got post my enlightenment from Skipper and drinking my morning tea and honestly it’s gonna be okay. I think Wordsworth is telling me it’s gonna be okay.

“But his dear God? who yet his glorious law / Embosoms in us /…Poor man, thou searchest round / To find our death, but missest life at hand.”

Feeling great to be part of the niche of people who will listen to This Year from Two Strangers Carry a Cake and think of Herbert’s “Vanity (I)”