This is a tangent from the poetry thread. I was never required to memorize poetry in school. Instead, I did it on my own. The first one was "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" (the T.S. Eliot poem that begins with Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherised upon a table). I did this in an unsuccessful attempt to impress a girl. Afterward, I had to listen to her fucking the guy in the room directly above mine. Nothwithstanding that lack of success, I went on to memorize a bunch of others. I did "The Raven", yes, all 18 verses. I did all 21 verses of "Over the Hill to the Poor House." I did Richard III's speech (from the eponymous play) that begins with Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this son of York. I did "The Second Coming." I did a whole lot of others that I can't remember any more. But this was necessarily a private thing. In real life, almost no one wants to sit and listen to you recite poetry. Rather, it was something to do by myself, while waiting for the bus, or while alone on a long drive at night. (I did find a use for it when my daughter was a baby: reciting "Prufrock" helped get her to sleep at night. But singing the alphabet song for an equivalent length of time worked just as well.) Anyone else have experiences with this obscure hobby?