…thinking unutterable things

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Young Juan wandered by the glassy brooks
Thinking unutterable things. He threw
Himself at length within the leafy nooks
Where the wild branch of the cork forest grew.
There poets find materials for their books,
And every now and then we read them through,
So that their plan and prosody are eligible,
Unless like Wordsworth they prove unintelligible.

Image and audio extract © Peter Gallagher, 2012

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prospero

Byron fan (not fanatic); poetry lover (not tragic); doctor of melancholia (not gloom).