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An Outcry Against the Dissection of Poetry in my Eleventh Grade English Class by Sofi Papamarko Words on a page Conjure up images of nature Both earthly and human: Dahlias and Desire, Mountains and Misery, Fireflies and Faith. I pore over Tennyson, Shakespeare and Blake, Revelling in their intricately woven poetry; The paintings of thinkers, Some parchment their canvas, A quill their brush, The end product A dazzling work of art. Yet instead of allowing the waves of serenity To wash over us, We delve much too deeply, Exploring the undersides of stones not meant to be turned, And fumbling for hidden meaning within Dark corners that were not intended to be seen. We d e c o n s t r u c t these creations, B R E A K Them into pieces, turn them inside out and d-i-s-s-e-c-t them, Until they lose their ability to enchant, Once again becoming Words on a page. |
