I have always been terrified of poetry and the concept of understanding deeper meaning of sentences. I think that stems from my struggle with English classes in elementary school. I signed up for History of English Lit class this semester with one of our college’s best professors and assumed I would be reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
Attractive books, I’d say…well..
….wait for it…
THAT IS A LOT OF PAGES.
Of poetry, no less.
Before Day 1 of class I was convinced I was going to drop it..there was no way I could take an entire course on poetry.
Yet somehow, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I leave class at 11:20 with a deeper understanding of the human experience and a greater appreciation of life. I may sound like a hallmark card, but I’m serious people! This is free therapy.
I’m almost certain it is mostly the professor’s doing, but the other 40% I think are the words. I think I actually love poetry now. The more I think about the words I’m reading the more I’ve realized that I straight up adore WORDS.
And so, I think I will officially dub Monday, [insert catchy blogger title here] Monday.
I’d like to share a piece of a poem we read yesterday, Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson.
“I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!”
Our professor then proceded to ask us questions like,
“Are we evolving as humans or do we stick to our universal themes of the human condition? If exist, is that enough? Do we engage with life or are we constricted to the norm and the in’s and out’s of our days? Do we possess a deeper urge to learn or do we have a stopping point?”
I hope this finds you with a smile on your face and a better start to your week!