I turned in my last paper on Monday, and finished my last final exam today at 1:20 PM; the semester has now come to a close.
Classes begin again for me on Tuesday, however; I’m taking a Mayterm class called “20th Century Poetry by the Book,” in which we’ll be reading:
- Robert Frost, North of Boston
- Wallace Stevens, Harmonium
- W.B. Yeats, The Tower
- W.H. Auden, Another Time
- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
- Gwendolyn Brooks, A Street in Bronzeville
- Robert Lowell, For The Union Dead
- Elizabeth Bishop, Geography III
- Seamus Heaney, Seeing Things
All that in three weeks. Fun.
Of these poets, I’m well acquainted with Eliot, and moderately with Yeats, but I’ve only read a handful of poems by Frost, Stevens, Auden, Brooks, Bishop, and Heaney, and I don’t think I’ve ever read anything by Lowell. But it should be a good class: I love Eliot; really like Yeats, Stevens, and Auden; and I’m sure will come to appreciate Frost, Brooks, Bishop, Lowell, and Heaney. So, expect a lot (or, at least, a little) here about modernist poetry in the next few weeks.
After that class ends, I’ll be on break for a month and a half – three weeks of which will be spent out of town – during which I’ll be frantically trying to get ready to apply to graduate schools next semester and also reading a bunch of novels to try to get a sense of what I want to do for Senior Novel. My reading list so far is:
- Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire
- James Joyce, Ulysses
- William Faulkner, Light in August
- William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust
- Jorge Luis Borges, assorted short stories
And will almost certainly grow.
And then after that, I’m taking another summer class – American Literature, whose reading list I have not yet acquired. So, yeah. Busy summer.
I’m also going to be trying to write a 20-page paper about Hopkins and Eliot. And maybe writing a webcomic. Fun.