Have you practiced so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
--Walt Whitman


I've always loved to read, since the minute I learned how. Poetry, on the other hand, is a different animal altogether. I had a hard time with it until my senior year in high school. I never liked reading it, and writing it was out of the question.. Actually, if you've ever read any of my poetry, you probably still think my writing it is out of the question.

When I got to college, I briefly considered changing my major to literature. I spent my entire second semester studying Sylvia Plath. For no reason at all. She just fascinated me. I got the Collected Poems, which contains some interesting glimpses into a woman's psyche. However, so much of it is intensely personal that you really need to read some background on her in order to get an insight. (There's a reason she's called a confessional poet, folks!) If you want an example, check out one of the last poems she ever wrote, Edge. Or maybe you'd like to read one of my absolute favorites, Mad Girl's Love Song. However, there's a lot more out there on the web--click here for several wonderful links to the Plath oeuvre.

A poet I'm currently in the middle of reading again is Anne Sexton. I enjoy her work even more, on some levels, beacause I can relate to it a little better. Two of my favorites are Her Kind and Us.

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I also love T.S. Eliot. I'm slowly but surely working my way through "Four Quartets", but one of the most beautiful passages is the English language has got to be from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock":

"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

I just love that. I'm sorry I'm not more, I don't know, effusive. I really need to pick up a good thesaurus. 8)

Did you like that, really? If you're feeling particularly brave, you can always read some of my poetry. Now, I know some of you guys are reading it--could you tell me what you think? Good, bad, or indifferent.

Any particular favorites you might want to see included? E-mail me and let me know!

(this page last updated 2/27/98, sort of)


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