I have always loved poetry. The song of it. The lines and stanzas. The irregular patterns. The arrhythmia of thought. The stoic voices of those poets I have loved hearing echo off the wind.
But I’ve never studied poetry in depth beyond the surface of what a poem is, what rhyme is. I took a class in Boston once, and loved it, but the exploration stopped there. I’ve never dug deep enough to really understand the roots of the forms poetry can take, have never really looked under the hood and tried to understand its workings. Sometimes, it seems to me, it doesn’t even have workings. A poem can be nothing more complex than an exhale on the page. Don’t be fooled — such an exhale can ripple into gusts of wind, and later a hurricane. But still, there are things to understand.
I want to learn.
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