Monday, January 17, 2011

"Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain"***

I love poetry.  I love the challenge it presents.  Rarely is anything straightforward, easy to grasp; it requires slowing down, broadening one's sensitivity to language, to imagery, to symbolism. 

I love when my children take literature courses.  It awakens in me memories of days past, studying English myself in college, feeling a little guilty for enjoying my classes so much.  Wasn't college supposed to be hard?  These classes were a delight!  I love being reacquainted with poets of the past.  I love being introduced to new ones

I love opening my books, my heart, and my mind to new ideas. 

I love thinking about life on a higher plane.

I love poetry.

***Thanks, Anne Bradstreet.  Thanks, Miranda.

1 comment:

Nancy said...

It's so nice to be able to "escape" to another place, another time mentally when there are things that you love so much!