This is not a poem. Is barely something to sing, to dance to, but we’re dancing nonetheless, aren’t we? We’re swaying along in the breeze and it’s…magnifique. This is not a poem—it’s written in prose, has got perfect paragraphs, you see! It’s got no meter, only a half-hearted rhyme, and that’s fine, because this is…
I had decided to write a post on Tumblr about this when I realized that it deserved to be converted into a literary analysis article instead. I am reading the first sonnet of Astrophel and Stella by Philip Sidney for the test I’ve got in 2 hours and I’m too much of a writer to…
A poem a day keeps the mundanity away. I made that up, yeah. But here’s me introducing a poem-reading challenge to you. Because reading a poem every single day of your life is actually going to take you to places anything else might not. Why? Because this history has shown us some pretty great poets…
