Columns/Opinions
June 5, 2024
My Love for Poetry
When I was a little girl, I loved to read poetry. Free verse was unknown to me, for poems were stories that rhymed, and if they didn’t rhyme, they weren’t poetry. It is easy and simple to be a child and have absolute convictions of right and wrong, proper and improper, without any alien ideas messing up an orderly little world. (Some would say I never left that world.)