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annundrielOMG. I hate analyzing poetry. Mostly because I suck at it. I mean, I love poetry to read. And to discuss. (Like John Donne.) But give me a poem to pick to pieces and it just sucks the fun out of it for me.
How is a white girl with very little sense of rhythm supposed to figure stuff like this out?
And why oh why does every professor assume that we all have had a healthy dose of poetry in our educations? American public schools do not focus on rhyme scheme, let me tell you. (And, yes, I know I'll be told that if I'm struggling I should approach the professor. But I'm not struggling enough to put myself out there. Only enough to make me cranky and need to complain.)
What it comes down to is: I'd like to just read poetry for poetry. I hate assonance and consonance. Let's throw rhythm out the window and have a chaotic free-for-all.
On the other hand, you should see how pretty and color-coded Yeat's "September 1913" is now.
How is a white girl with very little sense of rhythm supposed to figure stuff like this out?
And why oh why does every professor assume that we all have had a healthy dose of poetry in our educations? American public schools do not focus on rhyme scheme, let me tell you. (And, yes, I know I'll be told that if I'm struggling I should approach the professor. But I'm not struggling enough to put myself out there. Only enough to make me cranky and need to complain.)
What it comes down to is: I'd like to just read poetry for poetry. I hate assonance and consonance. Let's throw rhythm out the window and have a chaotic free-for-all.
On the other hand, you should see how pretty and color-coded Yeat's "September 1913" is now.
