“Reduced to its simplest and most essential form, the poem is a song. Song is neither discourse nor explanation.”~Octavio Paz
â€ƒ Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
â€ƒ Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
â€ƒ Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
â€ƒ Jenny kissed me.
The story is that Leigh Hunt had been ill. Upon his recovery, he made a visit to his friend, Thomas Carlyle, and Carlyle’s wife, Jenny, greeted Hunt with a kiss. Hunt was friends with almost all the great British literary figures of the nineteenth century. He introduced Keats and Shelley to one another. In 1828 he published a book called Lord Byron and some of his Contemporaries, a sort of expose of the “real Byron.” His friendship with Carlyle came a little later, in the 1830’s, after Keats and Shelley had died, and Byron and his friends scorned the poverty-stricken Hunt.