So many times have I been thrilled by a particular poem or a line in that poem and not had a soul to share it with. This blog is that soul. My poetic tastes are fairly vast, my favorites include Wallace Stevens, Sharon Olds, Emily Dickinson, I could go on forever....I don't like poetry that comes in shapes...it is uncomfortable to read...the words should speak the shape not the otherway around....of course that may only make sense to me. I also am not overly fond of Wordsworth. I know some will be scandalized by that but I can offer no explaination other than his work doesn't speak to my heart. A poem I came across today reminded me of another blog I am writing and I was therefore inspired to write this blog.
Grown-up
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
See my blog list for a rainbow of reasons why this poem spoke to me. I usually stray away from rhyming poems, but this one made me giggle. I am a firm believer that not all poetry should be so deep as to give one a cerebral aneurysm. Poetry should make one think when they need to, ponder the past when it is necessary, cry when the body longs for it, and laugh when the soul longs for it. I have been thinking a lot about my own "grownupness" lately and this poem was the first one I opened to when I bought a new anthology at the English Dept sale today. Poetry is soooo awesome that way. Because I am a photographer at heart, I am also posting a picture. A picture I think just seems to fit the topic at hand or perhaps I just feel like posting it. Who knows? I offer no explanations for my actions. :)
