Lord Byron is one of those poets everyone knows just a little bit about, but usually not enough to really get to know his work. So when I went to this used bookstore last month, I bought this very, very old collection of his poetry to get more acquainted with Byron. These are my favorite kinds of books: the ones that have seen fifty, seventy-five, one hundred years of being read by dozens of different people. Pages brown and peeling, with the spine only hanging on by a thread! They’re always so beautiful to me. This one wasn’t worth anything (I bought it for $6.50) but the charm is how old it is. The gold lettering on the front is my favorite part:
So, in honor of the rowdy Lord Byron, here’s one of his more popular poems, “She Walks In Beauty,” the first line of which I once saw printed on stickers around the city (it was really cool). Such a beautiful poem written by such a rakish fellow, the world’s first “rock star,” so to speak!