I was reading a while ago about some disagreement on the 'right' way to teach poetry. There are some who baulk at the idea of learning poems off by heart, reckoning that this method is too robotic a way to 'get' poetry. Others prefer quiet contemplation, letting the words soak in, studying form and letting poems find their own places in emotional spaces. (See what I did there?) I think there is room for both methods. It's up to the reader.
Somewhere between 1965 and 1970, when I was a pupil at St Mary's Christian Brothers Grammar School, Glen Road, Belfast, I was taught, along with 30+ others, in English class by Mr Agnew. It was nervy and embarrassing to stand up and recite poetry (book closed, brain in gear), especially when so-called mates would snigger and try to find ways to put you off. There were stumbles and stutters, forgotten lines, of course, but something in that method stuck.
Fast forward fifty years and I was reminded as I recalled a poetry anthology, "Poems of Spirit and Action", of two particular poems from those days - The War Song Of Dinas Vawr by Thomas Love Peacock and Sir Patrick Spens by (yer man) A Nonymous.