I’ve been studying my English all evening, and well, I just
love it. I could read literature and poems all the time. Poems, really. Short
stories not so much., I have many loves (the world just has so much to offer)
but one of mine is poetry. American, British, French, German, Arabic, Chinese,
Japanese, Taiwanese (ok never actually read one of those but I’m sure I’d like
it…) doesn’t matter that style or language, if it’s a poem, GIMME. I love it so much that, oddly enough… like
this is really weird actually, I sometimes think in poetry. Like on the
starting line before a track workout or just getting to my car or taking notes
in class I think my thoughts IN A POEM. Why? Dunno, Sometimes I write them
down. I try to…. Other times, I just put it off till later. Or other times I
write them and then throw them away because they’re not that good (cheesy,
brooding, ew). But the ones that HAVE been written and published for our
benefit are just wonderful.
e. e. Cummings’ Anyone lived in a pretty how town [insert]
I love e. e. He was such a free spirit and truly in a league
of his own. His poetry has so much surface and so much depth. I cannot do
justice with that commentary, so I will say no more except that, at the risk of
sounding repetitive, I love it.
Annnnnnd now back to Wadsworth and Hughes, the poets on my
exam. Goodnight.
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