The Importance of Poetry in Literature

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Joe Patterson
Com 200
December 11, 2006

The Importance of Poetry in Literature

“Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.” ' T.S. Eliot

Poetry, just as in other literature contributes a major role in the development of many aspects of life. The utilization of poets and poetry can serve for many different positive purposes and effects on society. Poetry may supply an essential element in man growth such as building fresh, articulate vocabulary and reasoning skills. It also establishes intellectual connections, sometimes sparking insightful
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Hughes’ work breaks the barrier of racism and discrimination and fills it with talent and hope for a prosperous, bright future for all mankind. The ties between genders can also be severed through poetry. Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), was a woman from Amherst, Massachusetts who composed over 1,800 poems in her life. Dickinson used a composite of her dismal life, broad imagination and the love of nature and surroundings to relate many of her personal thoughts and feelings on life, love, religion and family. Dickinson was honing her craft during a time where women or their thoughts and opinions were not valued. Dickinson often personified the beautiful scenic aspects of life to create her own fun, telling works of art. She gave the seasons and otherwise “lifeless” objects recognizable personalities and traits that before were only seen by humans or animals. This allowed her readers to open up their imaginations to visualize the world in an unusual but feasible form.
I know a place where Summer strives
With such a practiced Frost,
She--each year leads her Daisies back--
Recording briefly-- "Lost."--

But when the South Wind stirs the Pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow,
And she pours soft Refrains

Into the lap of Adamant,
And spices—and the dew--
That stiffens quietly to quartz
Upon her amber shoe. -Emily Dickinson, “I Know a
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