Is there anything more beautiful than carefully crafted words that express deeply held emotion or explore human behaviour?
If you are a fan of Yeats’ beautiful articulation of pain and unrequited love;
WHY should I blame her that she filled my days With misery… / Why, what could she have done, being what she is? / Was there another Troy for her to burn?
or you revel in the words of Blake as he explores the juxtaposition of good verses evil, innocence and experience;
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
…then leave now!
My poetry is going to suck and make you want to write your own poetry about how badly your eyes hurt.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you… enjoy 🙂