Yes, it is all the world to me
Thar dear old city by the sea!
There I was born, there i would die–
My dust with kindred dust must lie ,
In the dear old city by the sea.
–from Charleston by William Gilmore Simms
Yesterday morning, I went on the Charleston Poetry Walk given by The Poetry Society of South Carolina.
The walk started at Washington Square, were we learned about the life and works of Henry Timrod and Paul Hamilton Hayne. From there, we walked to 10 more locations from Waterfront Park to Tommy Condon’s to listen to Poetry Society members discuss poets with South Carolina connections from Josephine Pickney to Edgar Allen Poe (who was stationed at Ft. Moultrie, and may have gotten some of his inspiration for Annabel Lee from his time here.)
The poems of Elizabeth Verner Hamilton stood out to me the most. I need to read more of her works.
I even got into the act when I was asked to read a Gullah work by Dubose Heyward and managed not to embarrass myself.
It was a wonderful (if somewhat hot) day for exercise and education.
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