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Hopefully we will accumulate many new members in the next months with whom we can start a full-blown discussion. For now, I'm glad to find another person who shares my passion for the Romantics!

I think it's better to start from somewhere already!
I'm excited!

Any suggestions? We can begin with one author in particular or one main theme�..I’m open to anything!

I agree that we should not overlook the obscure Romantics like, for example, John Clare and John Hamilton Reynolds�.in regards to the female counterparts, I actually need to do some research on them because I’m not acquainted with any (I’m tempted to add Mary Shelley but don’t think she was really a “poet�). I’ll do some research on the women this week�.

Fateme wrote: "I think it's better to start from somewhere already!
I'm excited!"

Do you have any idea where to start? There is so much we could discuss and so many themes! Perhaps we might begin by looking at one particular poet…Keats is my favourite, but I’m open to discussing another poet� [I’ll just throw in a few ideas for a future discussions: Keats� influence on Oscar Wilde or the British Romantics� influence on the American Transcendentalists].

Jt wrote: "William Blake is a British Transcendentalist, no? Keats is a good choice. I am not as learned about Oscar Wilde. i had an ex friend of mine who introduced me to his poetry. There must have been som..."

I’d actually consider Blake one of the earliest British Romantics. John Clare is often overlooked but his poetry is great (he was lower class, a working class poet; the first poem I ever read of his is “I Am�); John Hamilton Reynolds was Keats� friend; they were about the same age…I don’t know his poetry as well though. I will definitely look into women poetesses which we might explore�

“I Am� by John Clare

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes�
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

Been doing a bit of research and found a few poetesses: Anna Laetitia Barbauld and Felicia Dorothea Hemans. Some of Barbauld’s work: . Hemans�: .

Jt wrote: "It's almost the advent of summer now. We need to regroup and spread Romanticism to the silent ones. on a side note, i started to stream Dickinson on Apple TV +. I need to surround myself with these..."

How is Dickenson so far? I don't have Hulu so I can't stream it but I've seen some trailers.

I don't know much about Kae Tempest but I've heard about them; I'll be sure to check out some stuff by them.