Mirrors facing mirrors everywhere

It's been many many years since the name Lord Byron has attracted me, those daydreaming unknowable days even before attending university.  I remember that sometimes I would read his work and look at his portrait and wonder who the fellow was (that is, if one can ever begin to understand anybody so far removed from one's own life).  Days passed and he became but a memory, and it was only after the recent viewing of the film Another Country (starring Rupert Everett) that Lord Byron returned to me.  This was because I had wondered what happened to Mr. Everett, as the film was from 1984 and with my extremely limited knowledge and interest in contemporary films, I had no idea.  When I realized that he had among other things embarked on a documentary of sorts following in the footsteps of Lord Byron, I was fortunate to be able to view it with a good degree of interest.  It was made of course much more palatable because Mr. Everett was in it.  Now, I do wonder whether Lord Byron's poetry can still speak to me as it did those many many years ago.

face to face, rupert everett and lord byron