No lo Comprendo

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Shakespeare and I have never really been on the same page. He works with thou and I work with you. He's got a thousand metaphors and I'm really blunt. Shakespeare is the epitome of poetry for me. I'm taking baby steps with poetry, just beginning to understand, and he's leaps and bounds (whoa cliche) ahead. He's just something I don't understand without sparknotes or simple, spaced explanation.

I get that it has something to do with death and something to do with love and a metaphor of fall or dying leaves, but that's about it.

Help. 'Cause Roberts didn't really.



Jessie Krehlik said:

I'm with you on this one, Aja. I'm not a huge fan of Shakespeare, or poetry for that matter, so as soon as I started reading this poem, I was lost. Instantly. But I think our major problem is we're too stubborn to try to figure it out--i know I am at least. We just need to grin and bear it (wow another cliche, lol!), because as english majors, I'm pretty sure we're gonna be stuck dealing with Good Ol' Billy for a few more years at least...

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