Poetry really taught a lesson for me throughout the semester, much more than when I was in high school. In my studies in high school, we were introduced to poetry in ELA where all we know much about, that was true at the time, is they always rhyme when we were studying about their fluctuation and how the reader is taught “to make ideas as they believed” when reading a poem. For the majority we had to read them by overused but famous poets like William Shakeshphere and Edgar Allen Poe. We also learned that poetry’s like a code of words dressed into the sentence structures of each stanza, along with the assumption every poem can be easily understandable by just the beginning, or read once. I would like to include Haiku there as a good example written by Buson. “In lantern light, My yellow chrysanthemums Lost all their color” This comes at first glance as simple to me if I were a beginner of poetry. It then tells me Buson’s people became old when his friends died. Which I respect about the way Buson described coloration as shifting. In Oedipus, there comes a simile and metaphors between most lines at the same time, as usually within haiku’s use in describing their ideas in a natural element. Before high school, we were taught that poetry comes with a “hum”, describing the melody in the tone of the writer who made them decide to express figurative languages into emotions and feelings. These myths both helped and discerned me. For the good side, myths are used as a testament to my knowledge because they allow people to understand what to avoid, and not to accept. On the flipside, knowing these myths into true beliefs had led me […]