I rarely make New Year’s Resolutions, because the minute I tell myself I must do something, I immediately rebel and insist I want. However, I made a New Year’s suggestion to myself to read more poetry.
I do enjoy poetry when I read it, and I did study it at university, but I don’t often sit down to read it.
I always feel you have to be especially clever to read poetry, perhaps, that it was for people who were smarter than me. And some poetry – especially modern poetry – assumes a reader familiar with all kinds of tropes and forms and ideas that I have never learned about.
But good poetry, I’ve found, like Edward Thomas’ Adlestrop isn’t like that. It’s feeling put into words. It flows from the heart.
That’s not to say it’s not born of a great deal of skill and practice and work. It is. But good poetry, I think, doesn’t exclude anyone. Rather, it is inclusive, sharing an emotion or a moment with everyone. Hidden meanings can be uncovered by any reader, not just those with a certain type of education. The rhythm and pattern tempt and haunt you.
So, more poetry for me. But poetry that touches me, not puzzles me.
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