What is poetry? Who knows?
Not the rose, but the scent of the rose;
Not the sky, but the light of the sky;
Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
Not myself, but what makes me
See, hear, and feel something that prose
Cannot; and what is it, who knows?
– Eleanor Farjeon
I’m working on a poetry anthology for my Children’s Literature class. Ran across this poem that does a pretty good job describing what poetry is. I’ll share some of the more funny poems I picked once I finish my project. To give you guys a hint, my anthology is about food.
Food poems and more at randomtidbitsofthought.wordpress.com.
