We read many poems for the first two weeks of class. I like poetry, but I like the kind that speaks to me. I did find one poem that did. It was an unexpected poem for the most part, I did not think I would come across one that would bring up such an emotional response from me. The poem is Lord Byron's "When We Two Parted." A poem about the death of one’s love.
After reading this poem and readiing the responses left by my classmates and returning to read my own response I felt like I resoponed to the question based on my own emotional connection to the poem I would have much rather been more anylitical. Each peron in the class had something different and insightful about the poem and what it had meant to them when they wrote it.
I guess what I need to say is as I go to bed a lone tonight in the bed once owned not by me but by my own lost love I will take Lord Byron’s words with me and know I am n
ot truly the only person on earth that has experinced such pain, and I guess I will not be the last. These are the matters of life for all the ages! I will never understand why morning is such culturally unacceptable, if someone has left you they give you days maybe weeks and expect you to get back to normal and be your old self but the truth is that it never happens. Just like in the poem Long, long shall I mourn thee, RVC.
After reading this poem and readiing the responses left by my classmates and returning to read my own response I felt like I resoponed to the question based on my own emotional connection to the poem I would have much rather been more anylitical. Each peron in the class had something different and insightful about the poem and what it had meant to them when they wrote it.
I guess what I need to say is as I go to bed a lone tonight in the bed once owned not by me but by my own lost love I will take Lord Byron’s words with me and know I am n
ot truly the only person on earth that has experinced such pain, and I guess I will not be the last. These are the matters of life for all the ages! I will never understand why morning is such culturally unacceptable, if someone has left you they give you days maybe weeks and expect you to get back to normal and be your old self but the truth is that it never happens. Just like in the poem Long, long shall I mourn thee, RVC.
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