More Poetry

The English department is rather small at MSU, and therefore the professors all talk to each other and know what is going on in all of the other English classes. For this reason, I have pretty much the exact same poetry assignment in my American Literature class that I just had to do a couple of weeks ago for my British Literature class, because both of my teachers apparently love poetry. This is actually fine with me, because I kind of like poetry too. I decided to try to model my American Literature poem off of an Emily Dickinson poem:

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Much Madness is divinest Sense—

To a discerning Eye—

Much Sense—the starkest Madness—

'Tis the Majority

In this, as All, prevail—

Assent—and you are sane—

Demur—you're straightway dangerous—

And handled with a Chain—

The topic of my poem is completely unrelated to Dickinson's. I've been pretty obsessed with "dubstep" music lately, which is really bass heavy and what some might call weird, but I love it. So I ended up with this poem:

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That Sound is like a mindless bass—

In a distorted Pitch—

It hits—the moment Pauses—

I feel Eternity

That sound, in truth, is real—

The pulse—is in my veins—

That sound—is all my consciousness—

And with it I’ll remain—