I’ve recently discovered poetry. That might be slightly odd for someone who needs reading like she needs breathing, but what can I say? Things come on your path when it has to.
One of the intriguing things about poetry is that the reader is left to make her own deductions regarding the poet’s meaning and I’ve had some fun with that. Here is an extract from a longer poem by Sir Walter Scott (1771 – 1832) which is a perfect example:
Yet Clare’s sharp questions must I shun
Must separate Constance from the nun
Oh! what a tangled web we weave
When first we practise to deceive!
A Palmer too! No wonder why
I felt rebuked beneath his eye
My translation:
There is a lot of bullshit floating around. Don’t get caught up in it.
Africa to Asia 
#1 by totsymae1011 on July 18, 2011 - 7:47 pm
And what a fitting photo for the poem. I’ve also discovered some really great poets on YouTube. They’re called spoken word poets in the states because they perform their work.
#2 by Celia on July 19, 2011 - 4:02 pm
Thanks, I’ll go check it out.