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.