Beauty, Depth, and Haunting

When I think of poetry, I think beauty and depth. These poems of Wordsworth and Coleridge have been a twisted kind of beauty to say the least, but they also posses a beauty not understood by many. The way these poets both took tragedy and darkness and turned into something (for lack of words) beautiful. Help me out here with wording if you want. To take life so sorrowful and dark and transform it into a work of art as both poets did is a skill or talent that not many people thoroughly posses.

I am personally not sure exactly how to compare the two in context. Wordsworth took literal life trials and sorrows and turned them into tragic and beautiful poetry while Coleridge took not-so-specific depths of life and portrayed them in a different sense of beauty. Again, please forgive my lack of words here. My brain is just dead at the moment.

As I was reading Coleridge's "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner", I found myself in a trance captivated by the storyline. A few things that stood out to me in this poem were the rhythm (is this the right word?) and the unexpected details. Throughout the poem, I was constantly moving my body or feet to the rhythm of the annunciations. I loved that aspect. As much as I enjoyed the storyline of the poem, I was caught off guard by the details of the mariner drinking his blood and the haunting theme with the witches and curse. It all worked together very nicely though.

I'm not sure how it happened this way, but I am glad that I wound up reading Wordsworth's Preface last because it gave me a final thought to contemplate. I subconsciously compared it to Coleridge's "Aids to Reflections" piece. I have always thought of anyone with a brain and communication abilities to be able to write poetry. While this may be the case, true poetry in its true artistic form was outlined by the two poets. True poetry is more than what some call "beauty" and "depth". Far more. True poetry should dig into raw emotions and in a sense leave the reader haunted.

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  1. I'm such a fan of painfully raw poetry that gets uncomfortably honest. "The Pains of Sleep" is so beautiful to me. I just love that he expresses real emotions without holding back.

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