The white house stands at the top of a hill, just a little past two neat stone pillars with the words “Greta Hall” inscribed on them.  As I drove up the drive and parked my minuscule rental car in the turnaround, I couldn’t help feeling a bit of amazement and awe.  For months, I had been researching the lives of the British poets Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth, and now I was standing in front of the house where Coleridge lived with poet laureate Robert Southey and a house where Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy often visited. Continue reading Literature of Place →