I have seriously neglected my school work this semester. I cannot even begin to explain how much I have had on my plate. I never really knew that personal tragedy could befall one person in so little of time. I have really needed to work on this blog and it seems that with what little is left in the sememester I finally have time to get started.
First off, I have read many poems before. Many different poets have sank their teeth into my cerebral cavity, but I have to admit Emiliy Dickinson will sadly not be allowed back into my nervous community. I read all of the assigned poems, but only four or five where catching my eye. The rest of them were just rediculous. I thought Edgar Allen Poe was bad with all of this depressing shite. Poe had one thing going for him though, he lived like an outcast, and believed in darkness so deep that his soul was forever lost. Miss Dickinson on the other hand was just sad. I really felt bad for this poor woman. I mean jeez you can honestly say that her life was of the most depressing kind and yet us as readers thrive to read, for what I believe to be a cry for help. Never again will I be burdened with negativity like that woman's poems.
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