I agree with the idea of feeling poetry. I certainly experience that with poems as simple as Adlestrop, or as rich as Windhover. On the other hand, it was not until I was on a course in which the tutor took us on a really close -- word by word -- reading of "Daffodils" that I came to fully appreciate the poem.
“Sometimes, poetry slinks into the background, biding its time, until you suddenly realize that everything looks like that poem. Certain stanzas will lie across your field of vision, tinting the world with their point of view. Meaningless word combinations bring tears to your eyes, cellar doors that lead nowhere.”
Beautifully written and so, so true. Rainer Maria Rilke’s ‘Sense of Something Coming’ was one of those poems for me when I first came across it years ago.
I agree with the idea of feeling poetry. I certainly experience that with poems as simple as Adlestrop, or as rich as Windhover. On the other hand, it was not until I was on a course in which the tutor took us on a really close -- word by word -- reading of "Daffodils" that I came to fully appreciate the poem.
This is why I love discussing poetry in a group. Others point out the things we don't see.
“Sometimes, poetry slinks into the background, biding its time, until you suddenly realize that everything looks like that poem. Certain stanzas will lie across your field of vision, tinting the world with their point of view. Meaningless word combinations bring tears to your eyes, cellar doors that lead nowhere.”
Beautifully written and so, so true. Rainer Maria Rilke’s ‘Sense of Something Coming’ was one of those poems for me when I first came across it years ago.
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For me it’s Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” When I first read it decades ago, the last stanza just nailed itself to my heart.