Chatting recently with a friend I mentioned that I was no longer entirely sure how this became a goal; this is not unusual for me, to decide to do something and see it through long after the impetus is forgotten. She suggested it was to impress girls - a decent motivation for a lot of my activities - but doesn't seem right on this one. Mainly as I can't see it as the least bit romantic as a work, and frankly the ability to recite award-winning but disturbed poetry seems like the worst pick-up skill ever.
Still, I got through part one. And I do recite it, only occasionally on demand.