OLDIE PODCAzT 127: The Eve of St. Agnes and a Bleak Midwinter
It is a little late in the day, but today is the Eve of the Feast of St. Agnes. This reminds us all, of course, of the famous poem by Keats.
This is the Eve of St. Agnes and, therefore, time once again for a PODCAzT I made a while back. HERE
I, fan of poetry that I am, read out Keat’s poem, 42 Spencerian stanzas. It is torrid and lush, with marvelous moments and imagery, imbued with the revival of romantic, courtly love which was coming back into vogue in the early 19th century. The poem takes inspiration from a superstition, which I