As a child I wasn’t really read to that often, I read to myself and whatever I could get my hands on. For a long time the only books I could really get a hold of were the ones my parents owned which were not exactly age appropriate. They did have a collection of Edgar Allen Poe poetry that I really enjoyed. When I got a little older and my mom started taking me to the library more frequently I checked out a lot of books on Norse and Greek Mythology. When I read Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar” in 9th grade it was a real turning point for me. I started to write my own poetry and to pursue classical literature and poetry more ferociously. Not long after I read Arthur Rimbaud’s “A Season in Hell and Illuminations” and I knew then that I had to write.
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I’ve said before I can see the spirit of Rimbaud in your writing. An interesting literary genesis for the poet you are today. 🙂
Helen that is so sweet!
I can so identify! I wasn’t really read to but as soon as I could read I was never without a book…a lot of it age inappropriate as well (all my mom’s romance paperbacks, etc) Then once I had library access it was on! Hemingway and Poe and Melville and Steinbeck..:) Happy memories of reading. Thank you 🙂
My mom loved the paperback romances too my dad collected classics but he couldn’t read that well he just liked the look of them in the bookcase lol I read Steinbeck a lot too and Herman Hesse I love
I read so many that I can’t sincerely name a favourite 🙂
That is wonderful Celestine =)