I’ve written many times that poetry is not my GoTo although I love a good poem. Show me the works of Dickey, Frost, Eiseley, Poe, Tolson, Hughes, Cummings, Toomer, … and I’m gone, gone, gone.
So, of course, I had to take a poetry class.
It influenced me greatly, and as Dorothea Brande would wrote in Becoming a Writer, I was poorly influenced.
Let me tell you how it was
When all those men came down to look on me
There is a joy in knowing something sucks.
Means you can fix it.
But that’s for another class.
Read the second class’ meanderings.