This week in my ENC 1102 class, we started reading poems. I personally am not much of a poem type person.. Roses are red, violets are blue (you’d think they would be violet, not blue..?) Anyway.. Not much of a poet.

We started on what poems tend to be written on the majority of the time (in my opinion anyway): Love poems! There are of course the typical love poems you would think someone like Romeo would

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recite to Juliet, or something along those lines. Today however, we were assigned to read about love poems of a different breed. I’m not even sure how to convey the type of poem to you. It most definitely is a love poem, but it is not the kind often associated with the word. I wish there was a way to describe it. Well, I can try!

We were assigned to read five poems and take notes if we chose to, to come back to class with a good understanding of each poem. The first poem I have provided below. It is extremely beautiful, and it kind of makes me sad inside, but in almost a good way.. Kind of one of those axioms that nobody can describe but everyone understands.

“On My First Son” by Ben Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy:
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O could I lose all father now! for why
Will man lament the state he should envy,
To have so soon ‘scaped world’s and flash’s rage,
And, if no other misery, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and asked, say, “Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.”
For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such
As what he loves may never like too much.

This poem is surely a love poem, but it is not typical. It talks about the love of the mans first child.. Talks about his memory and love for the boy.

This is only the first poem, but as you can see it is quite serious as compared to the contrasting side of “love.”

Several others go on to talk about the love of other family members lost, be it a wife, son, grandfather, etc. Several also talk about the love of ones childhood, and boy did that bring back memories for me personally. It’s amazing how detailed and specific these poems are. I constantly find myself amazed at how well they are written, and can even achieve describing something as difficult to define as “love.” (Try it! It’s not something you can easily define.. But again, it is sort of an axiom that everyone understands and doesn’t need to be described.) But hey, I guess that’s why it’s in the course curriculum right? Haha. Anyway.. I just found myself

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to be more interested in poetry than I previously envisioned myself to be. Who knows, maybe I will end up being a poet! Let me try!

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

… Still got nothing..

Oh well. I tried. :)

What is your favorite poem? Do you not have any specific faves? Maybe a favorite poet? I’m interested in hearing your thoughts on the matter.

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