Oh Mr. Lydgate, do you think you might be looking to deeply into the meaning of these works of poetry? Perhaps this dear poet is writing simply about the depressing view that is London? It is oh so depressing. London is filthy and dreary. The only upside is the number of shops available in town, much better than Middlemarch. Shopping in Middlemarch was downright impossible. I never thought I would miss any aspect of Middlemarch though. But being here in London makes me miss the clear skies and calmness that came with living in the small secluded town. It’s no wonder that poets of this time have turned to darker, more sullen works. They have no happy or warm inspiration! The poem, The Fire Prophet, is jumping all over the place. It is so hard to keep track of. I can’t see how anyone can ever understand what that poet was trying to get at!

Return to game