I've learned a lot over the course of the school year so far. Not always being such a great writer and not being able to understand pieces of literature affected me in a lot of ways before. Poems were like trying to sing like Beyonce. Both challenging and nearly impossible. Poetry to me were rhyming words scribbled on to an seemly endless page. I would only read what was spread across the paper, not the thoughts within the ink filled letters sunken into the page. So when Mrs. Gilman introduced us to our assignment, it was like the Nightmare Before Thanksgiving. I wasn't very thrilled. At all.
After spending time on dissecting poems, finding satire, irony, symbolism, and theme, I finally started to understand what the authors message was. I might have miss interpreted the poems completely; but even from that I was able to learn valuable lessons. Our very first poem we started on was "The Knife." My first thoughts after reading it were, "Okay, so he cuts people with a knife." As the class began to explore the authors symbolism, my mind started to explode with provoking ideas. I had never thought of poetry in such a wondrous way. I may not be able to write beautiful poems or even rhyme for that matter, but I can finally pick up a piece of poetry and extract a meaning, a story, a lesson.
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