I remember reading Blake’s “Little Black Boy,” and I remember reading the song from Cymbeline, “Fear no more the heat o’ the sun.” And I must have been five years old, four years old—little … but I heard those poems. I often didn’t know …—with Blake’s poem, I knew obviously nothing of the historical background of the poem, but the cry from the heart to my ear, that I could hear.
And other wonderful observations from one of our finest living poets….
(h/t to the ever watchful Bob Arnold)