I just discovered that English language was actually created for the purpose of poetry. It is one of the sweetest languages of the world (I thought it was Sanskrit). Anyhow, I am studying this language deeply nowadays and looking for some serious research into poetry (which is the theme of most of my associated blogs and people).
I discovered different techniques that poets used earlier. I have been learning them of lately and trying to invent some new (remember “I not). I think what I was writing was just plain English with rhyming. No deeper meanings, poetry or that wonderful touch or hidden meanings, just plain boring English. So what’s up? Watch this space for some serious poems coming right on your way.
Back to the topic of sweetness of English, all says I am good English speaker. That was what I also believed until I met this new girl who speaks English with such sweetness – oh more than that of sugar. I sound like if I am George W. Bush (thanks to my enhanced accent). But when she speaks, it is like a song coming right out of her mouth. So, what’s the moral of the story? Speak slowly, fluently and sweetly and win the hearts of your friends and listeners. (Contrary to this, I sound if I am a very good person on this blog or other writings)
Don’t try to speak fast to grab the attention of others. By speaking you have already got the attention. Now this serious advice is for me. (You can use it if you too sound too harsh when you speak right away)
I discovered this poem, while I was researching the topic. I really liked the poem (you may already have read it before). It is really true and real to life. Hope you enjoy it too…
What is this life, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare? No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,
where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night? No time to turn at beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance? No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began? A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare. William Henry Davies