Poetry


Poetry is literature. It's a form of art used to express emotions and opinions about anything in general using a certain rhythm. I love poetry because it can explain meanings behind various things through words that tend to pull the reader deeper into it's context. Poetry can express a lot of feelings. Love, anger, happiness, courage, sorrow, any emotion can be used in poetry. Poetry is famous and is used by many writers. Song-writers use poetry in their songs to express themselves or their feelings towards something or someone else.



"The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful." ~ E.E.Cummings


E.E.Cummings Me Up At Does poem Edward Estlin Cummings(R.I.P 1894-1962) was an American poet. He wrote many poems as well as novels, plays and essays. A poem he wrote that intrigued me was "Me Up At Does". The poem uses a mouse as an example to express some guilt Cummings may feel. The poem talks about a mouse that was given poison to die... just because he is a mouse. At the end of the poem Cummings says "What have i done that You wouldn't have". The mouse was simply trying to live.





E.E.Cummings If strangers meet poem Another poem by E.E.Cummings that I really like is "If strangers meet". The poem talks about two strangers who meet. They do not know each other. The first sight of someone, before any judgement can be made, before anything could be said but only two people... having a feeling of forever for what might just be seconds.




"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool." ~ William Shakespeare


"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."