by Elizabeth O’Donnell
BHS News
“Poetry is garbage.”
Upon walking into class a fellow student spoke these fateful words. We pointed, we laughed, we made fun of him, and then we sat down. As a fan of poetry, from Anne Sexton to Shakespeare, Maya Angelou to Edgar Allen Poe, from Oscar Wilde to John Donne, from Dickens to Dickenson, I was astounded, shocked, flabbergasted. Poetry analogous to garbage? Who would dare? Then our teacher showed us a poem by, my arch nemesis, Wordsworth. Reading the poem, as my enemy gnawed at my patience, I realized that my fellow peer’s argument, had method to it.
