I’ve been reading today about poetry, following having read about short fiction, because, as my friends might say, “It’s what you do.” Especially, when one is taking Intro to Lit.
This course comes across as though it were a trip through a warehouse store on sample day. Sure, they’re trying to hawk their wares so you’ll buy, and not everything is stupendously delicious as they might say, but then you take that one sample. The one with the melted and golden-brown cheese upon it, and you find it to be as delicious as that first bite of the Wardrobe, or as refreshing as that bit of Frost that one Snowy Evening.
These are the days that make life good.