April is National Poetry Month, and Craig Wilson writes in USA Today that he’s found a new understanding and enjoyment of (some) poetry:
The charms of poetry have long been lost on me. Other than the odd Robert Frost offering â€”Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, for instance â€” most poems leave me perplexed. And not pleasantly so.
Did I sleep through that class in college? Or am I just a philistine? Probably both. I will embarrass myself further and confess I’m fond of poems that rhyme. Or at least kind of rhyme. At least make sense.
Then again I like my song lyrics to make sense. Is that too much to ask?
So I was going through a stack of books on my desk the other day and came across Poem in Your Pocket, a new book from Abrams Image. Makes sense. April is National Poetry Month.
I’m glad that Wilson was able to push past his initial misgivings and find some value in poetry. I don’t think you need to “get” poetry. I just think it’s worth giving it a try.
(Thanks to Harriet for the link.)