Most of the poetry I can remember is because I've sung a setting of it. Including several of the poems mentioned here, like Wild Nights and that one by Hopkins. And the one by Donne that ends:

This as yet my ease and comfort is

Though I speed not, I cannot miss.

I tried to memorize Gimli's song about Moria, because I adore the line "In Moria, In Kazad-dum, where the shadows dwell." I love Dwarvish poetry.

ION, I am attempting meatloaf again, this time with real beef instead of turkey. I'm thinking I should have done two eggs, because the meat and breadcrumbs really sucked it in. Oh, well, if it's dry, that's what ketchup's for.

I'm reading The Hobbit to the kids right now, and whatever else I think about PJ's trilogy, it sure is nice to have "official" tunes to go with most of the songs!

I have ground veal and ground pork and ground beef right now, I think that might mean I need to make meatloaf. Not that I have ever made meatloaf like that, but I understand it is done.

I was introduced to The Hobbit at a very early age, and I used to have all the songs memorized.

I can still recite most of Tim Benzadrine's poem from Bored of the Rings, does that count?

(In retrospect, the fact that my dad handed Bored of the Rings over to me and my best friend when we were 10 is kind of mindboggling.)

Bored of the Rings

Pity stayed his hand. It was a pity he was out of bullets.

Ginger, me, too on the Frost from L'Engle!

Unfortunately, TV stuff probably took up a lot of my poetry-memorizing faculties. I totally think of Coach in re Albania also so whatever my mom thinks, I'm not really like Rachel Maddow. I did just quote that Homicide thing about Montel Williams to Montel Williams, for what that's worth.

I did just quote that Homicide thing about Montel Williams to Montel Williams, for what that's worth.

For real? What an age we live in where such things are possible.

I see nothing wrong with spreading myself around!

I was the only one of us two that got spread, so...

TMI? Yeah.

Tone Loc's Spunky Cold Medina just came on, and after said ex-roomie tried to bang my BF on his way out of Montreal, I caught up with him, staying in my cousin's house near the Spadina metro stop. Oh, we sang. Spunky cold spadina!

(she's the friend that knew Zoe and posted here for sec).

As for memorisation, I do remember committing the hobbit songs to memory on a driving trip from London up through the Lake District and southern Scotland. I think I even knew my parents were driven to life-ending despair. But I was 15 at the most, so I didn't care.

I can't spell it right, but:

Ash nagz durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nasg thrakasomething, agh b-something krimpatul.

What? It's hard.

eta:

What an age we live in where such things are possible

It is miraculous, cf wondrous man poem from whoever.