I’ve been reading Rhyme’s Rooms: The Architecture of Poetry by Brad Leithauser.

It’s my mid-life attempt to compensate for having dropped out of my freshman #poetry course (and thereby aborted my English degree). I dropped out because I couldn’t “hear” syllable stress the way the other students could; scansion might as well have been foreign magic for how much difficulty it caused me.

This is a fun book. I’ve consumed it slowly, and I’ve learned a lot. Unfortunately, one of the things I’ve learned is that I really don’t seem to hear these things the same way that others do. Oh well. At least I now know why the only volume of poetry I own was a gift. 🤷‍♀️📚