Thank you Germanna Professor Sunithi Gnanados’ for allowing me to visit your English Class this wee, read from my own poetry, and show influences from the Romantic poets on some of my poems. The students were engaged and seemed to appreciate the opportunity. One comparison I made was between the opening poem of my book “Memories in Clay, Dreams of Wolves” with Wordsworth Book Twelve of his Prelude: From The Prelude Book Twelfth William Wordsworth There are in our existence spots of time, That with distinct pre-eminence retain A renovating virtue, whence–depressed By false opinion and contentious thought, Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight, In trivial occupations, and the round Of ordinary intercourse–our minds Are nourished and invisibly repaired; A virtue, by which pleasure is enhanced, That penetrates, enables us to mount, When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen. This efficacious spirit chiefly lurks Among those passages of life that give Profoundest knowledge to