My view on Poetry

That article we read in class by Helen just did not seem to sit right with me. I don't disagree with everything she had to say, but i do have my own very strong opinions about poetry, and all other types of art. Poetry, like all other types of literature is meant to evoke feeling within the reader. I do not believe it is necessary to know background information on what/how/when/who about the piece of literature, i simply believe that one should just read it, and take whatever he or she gets from it and let it be. For example, when you look at the sky, i mean really look at it, so many different feelings can occur depending on the person looking at it. One might begin to feel hopeful, that there is something more than whats on the surface. Another might feel depressed because theres no end. My point is that in art, literature, or every day life we experience things without knowing what/how/when/who about anything and we learn from them. Sometimes things are meant to just be how they are. Everything in literature is subjective to the reader. That's why its called art. It helps one grasp a better understanding on life.

Awaken to the Awakening

Okay so in class i feel like everyone believes that Edna intentionally committed suicide, but i just don't see how that can be. My interpretation of the end was that Edna went out to the beach just like every other time, because this is where she felt most free. I do however believe that this particular time Edna goes to the beach is more 'freeing' than the others. This could be due to the fact that she strips naked. Anyways, as Edna is walking down to the beach Chopin keeps on saying how nothing was really on her mind. No problems or worries that she had before were existent, she was simply just enjoying the freeing experience. As she proceeds into the water, i felt as if she became a part of the ocean- she was just going with the flow. As she goes deeper, i think she comes to the realization that she will not make it back but instead of freaking out (like most would) she accepts what is happening and lets the ocean over take her. I do not believe this was Edna's decision, it was all natures. Nature knew that Edna did not belong in that society and that there was nothing she could do about it, being in the ocean is where she belonged, and the ocean decided to take fate into its own hands.

reading the poem "On the Subway" inspired me to write a poem. so here it goes...

All of these moments I see before me
was i ever there?
like a seed gasping for life
I have not been given the chance
so i lay
waiting, living
until my water comes
for the sprout
for the moment
I'll grow
so far no one can reach it
or maybe ive been living in the clouds all along
maybe this dream will only ever be a dream
maybe my day has come and gone
i missed it
forever living thirsty
never tasting the fruit
never taking the chance
is it fear?
or am i dreaming?