This is my first post and I am not quite sure what to write, but I figure that it is always a good idea to start off with the basics. (And this is my blog… so I guess I kind of have free reign anyways.) Currently, I am an incoming freshman at USF and in that awkward transition between high school and college. I created this blog with the notion that I could document the books I read over the summer as well as the upcoming school year.
I have been passionate about reading and writing for as long as I can remember and I have always proudly declared that “English is my subject.” I view literature as a subject that should be held as an equal to math or science because of the individual thoughts and universal truths it brings to light. In many ways, these universal truths remind me that I am not alone in this wide world and that I am small and insignificant in comparison to the looming face of time. To you, dear reader, this may sound dark and depressing, but I humbly disagree. Remembering how tiny we are keeps us in check; it keeps us from worrying about the unavoidable. It’s like staring out of the window of an airplane. As you admire the little people and cars, the rolling mountains and rivers, you realize that nothing is too big to face and that the world is more than the four corners of your room.
I came across a beautiful poem in English class this last year that I believe is now one of my absolute favorites. In a quick summary, this poem is about a man who fears that he may soon die and is afraid that he may never live to pursue his destiny or love. As he reflects on his fears, he looks up at the night sky until he feels so small that his fears become irrelevant in the scheme of the world.
When I first read this poem I arrogantly assumed that I knew exactly what the poet was trying to convey and what emotions were passing through him as he feverishly wrote. As I read it again, I realize that I may never truly grasp the inexplicable terror and fleeting beauty the poet must have experienced. The poem is titled “When I Have Fears,” by John Keats, and it is inexplicably perfect.
Although it is difficult to choose, my favorite lines appear at the very end of the poem. (I know, so original.)
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;–then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
I think I love the last couple of lines because the poet spends almost the entire poem worrying about death and destiny, but in the end he realizes that he cannot stop what is meant to happen, and that the world is so much bigger than he is. Poems like the one above are the reason I love literature and English.
In conclusion, (if you’re still reading that is. And if you are, I sincerely thank you) this blog will be dedicated to the wondrous powers of language and books that I have taken the time to enjoy.