This week’s poetry series is going to be wildly different than anything I’ve done before, and i’m super excited for that. for starters, i’m not going to be talking about shakespeare, which i’m sure all of you are probably excited about. second, i’m just going to be posting a list of things I noticed about the following poem!! this poem is actually by Lady Mary Roth, and is number 19 in her sonnet sequence called Pamphilia to Amphilanthus which are wildly cool names, and also cool because it’s a female poet! here we go:
I took last week off because it was Christmas!!!!! and today is January 1st so i should be posting some new year goals, but stay tuned for that on Friday!! now we’re back to the poetry series, week 9!! I’ve really been enjoying posting the stuff I’ve worked on, and also it’s keeping my blog more active which I love, especially because everything i’m posting is very interesting to me and hopefully to you too!
i’m once again doing a close analysis of a single word in a poem, in this case, “curious” in Shakespeare sonnet 38.
So this is week five of my poetry series, and I’ve decided to give you all a break from the incessant Shakespeare by talking about the start of a different sonnet series, namely, Astrophil and Stella. This sonnet series was written by Sir Philip Sydney, and takes on a distinctly different tone than the Shakespearean Sonnets do. This first one is particularly interesting because it serves as an introduction to the entire series and what Sydney was attempting to do with his writing.
This analysis is much briefer than normal, because I focused more on its translation to prose than the deeper meaning of the sonnet.
Welcome to Poetry Series day II! Hopefully y’all are interested in Shakespeare Sonnets, because I’ve read (quite literally) every single one for this class and will be sharing about 11 with you guys.
Today, we’re talking about sonnet 27, which is my personal favorite of all time, and I think you guys will really enjoy it.
Hey guys! Welcome to day 1 of my poetry series! So for those of you that don’t know, I’m taking a class this semester on reading poetry. It’s been super cool because we get to analyze poems, which basically just means reading them and then doing a discussion style class where we sit around and talk about our feelings on them. Essentially, there’s not a ton of writing involved, but now that we’re halfway through the semester i’ve accumulated a decent base of short writings on poems that i’ve decided to share with you all. So, for the rest of the year, and then for however long it takes after that, I’ll be sharing one poem a week, along with whatever I wrote about it. some days, this might just be a short paragraph, and other days it’ll be a full essay. hopefully at least someone finds this interesting!
For today, I’ll be sharing some notes I wrote while reading Shakespeare’s Sonnet 9
By Amanda Lovelace
Goodreads Community Rating: 3.94
Publication Date: April 23rd, 2016
Format Read: Paperback
Goodreads Summary: “Ah, life- the thing that happens to us while we’re off somewhere else blowing on dandelions & wishing ourselves into the pages of our favorite fairy tales.”
A poetry collection divided into four different parts: the princess, the damsel, the queen, & you. the princess, the damsel, & the queen piece together the life of the author in three stages, while you serves as a note to the reader & all of humankind. Explores life & all of its love, loss, grief, healing, empowerment, & inspirations.
Writing poetry can be an intensely, deeply personal experience. For those of you that have been around the blog for a while, you probably know that there was a time where I had some of my poetry and writing posted here. Well, someone from irl found my blog and i took it all down because it freaked me out. I mean, I was on the verge of deleting this blog completely and then i realized how absolutely ridiculous that would have been and i changed my mind. But basically, that experience (and specifically the way it made me think about my poetry) has inspired me to write this post.