Yesterday in Proficiency we had a poetry reading of each of our chosen love poem. Some choose the typical generic-soppy-puppy-love kinds. Some chose famous literary poems (like yours truly). Few chose love poems outside the romantic genre, like a love poem for friends and parents. One even wrote a poem for her deceased ex.
The real surprise was how emotions we didn’t know we had or we would consciously reveal came out during poetry reading. Some choked at the end of the poem, and one was crying too hard to continue her poem. Needless to say there were those who chose such insipidly unoriginal clichéd poems that it is impossible to harbour any sort of emotional feeling towards it, except disgust.
It was all very hardcore emotional stuff.
Am a bit amazed that reading a poem out loud can do that to a person. Mind you, yours truly was even a bit teary after her poem, mostly when the lecturer was asking some questions about her chosen poem.
And this is the poem:
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways (or Lucy)
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove
A Maid, whom there were none to praise
And very few to love
A Violet by a mossy stone
Half-hidden from the eye
– Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown; and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me.
Read it aloud so much that could memorise it by heart. Lovely stuff.
p.s. Quite some poetry-related posts lately, hmm?