I used to think it was insane that some people might try to fit into just a few lines the same emotion that could fill hundreds and hundreds of pages. Williams’ poem was short and sweet and entirely mundane in topic and absolutely nothing like simple rhyming poems most of my teachers read to my classes. It was just so cool to me. When my honors teacher asked us to try to write poems, I was eager to learn. It has taken quite some time (and I confess that I am not a master of poetry) but I have learned over time how to pluck my words like pieces of fruit and arrange stanzas into cascades of words that slip together just so. Now, I cannot begin to recall how many hours I have spent staring off into space, brimming with frustration just trying to pick the right word for a
I used to think it was insane that some people might try to fit into just a few lines the same emotion that could fill hundreds and hundreds of pages. Williams’ poem was short and sweet and entirely mundane in topic and absolutely nothing like simple rhyming poems most of my teachers read to my classes. It was just so cool to me. When my honors teacher asked us to try to write poems, I was eager to learn. It has taken quite some time (and I confess that I am not a master of poetry) but I have learned over time how to pluck my words like pieces of fruit and arrange stanzas into cascades of words that slip together just so. Now, I cannot begin to recall how many hours I have spent staring off into space, brimming with frustration just trying to pick the right word for a