Sunday, July 11, 2010

Poetry

She started the class saying 'I had a student who hated poetry and yet
after the semester was over, now she loves poetry more than anyone
else.' Never thought this class would be interesting at all by any
means. For years it was my belief that I am so not one of the creative
creatures on earth, and yet I always loved the play of words and the
vagueness that poetry most frequently brings. John Keats and Mathew
Arnold will be on my head for sometime now. Intrestingly, every course
that ends, it gives me a huge satisfaction. I feel like knowing so
much more than ever before. Probably this is the actual meaning of
education and not the degree.

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