I think it was in second grade that I was first formally taught about poetry. Poetry, I learned was something that was written in lines that rhymed at the end. That was the major part of it. If it didn’t rhyme, it wasn’t poetry. Imagine my suspicion when I learned later that same school year that this wasn’t at all true: poetry could also be haiku, and that had nothing to do with rhyming.
Toward a disunified untheory of poetry
Toward a disunified untheory of poetry
Toward a disunified untheory of poetry
I think it was in second grade that I was first formally taught about poetry. Poetry, I learned was something that was written in lines that rhymed at the end. That was the major part of it. If it didn’t rhyme, it wasn’t poetry. Imagine my suspicion when I learned later that same school year that this wasn’t at all true: poetry could also be haiku, and that had nothing to do with rhyming.