September 6, 2013
/ Poetry is what you make it. It does not have to follow a norm; comes from feeling and expression.
/ Vita Brevis, Ars Longa: life is short, art is long.
/ Ars Poetica: the art of poetry.
/ Take a critical look at poetry. What is it for?
O western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again
• Anonymous author, likely male (English, literate, Caucasian)
• Flows from soft and gentle to hard and passionate
• "wind" dancing?
• "small rain" tears?
• "Christ" emphasis
[I dwell in Possibility]
I dwell in Possibility
A fairer House than Prose
More numerous of Windows
Superior for Doors
Of Chambers as the Cedars
Impregnable of Eye
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky
Of Visitors the fairest
For Occupation This
The spreading wide my Narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
• Emily Dickinson, ca. 1862 (pg. 699)
• Poem does not directly address poetry in any form