In which a video makes a request.

WATCH ME. seriously. Ellie is probably going to use me for her fourth quarter paper. So she really thinks you should watch me.

In which I forget to write enough blog posts for the quarter...again.

Whoops.

In which I write a P.S. to Mrs. Healey.

P.S. Can we please talk about E. E. Cummings in class because FEOISM;LKDFMGV;AOIHEG;HIOAEHGTALEKJF please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

P.P.S. Yes, this is how I (productively) spent my free period.

In which I write about Richard Wilbur's opposite poems.

So the original reason I chose to write about Richard Wilbur was not because I'd ever heard of him or found him fascinating, but because when I was around twelve years old, my favorite aunt gave me a signed copy of his book Opposites, More Opposites, and a Few Differences. Partially because of the fact that signed books seem to be a bit more impressive and mostly because I do really love the poems in this book, I figured it'd be about time to do a bit of research about this poet and who he is. (Yes, he is still alive.) 

I discovered, to my dismay, that his "more mature" poems are...exactly that. More mature. More serious. I don't know why I was expecting to find a plethora of only short, witty poems. However, in reading, re-reading, annotating, and analyzing his other poetry, I have found a deeper respect for Richard Wilbur and am actually quite impressed by his ability to have two completely different, yet both expertly and well-done writing styles.

But for now, I just want to talk about the poems I enjoy the most- the poems from the book I was given, Opposites, More Opposites, and a Few Differences. 

Some of them are extremely succinct, yet the shorter poems seem (to me, at least) to be the most funny of the bunch.

For example:
39.
The opposite of opposite?
That's much too difficult, I quit.

Many of his longer "opposite" poems contain more than one opposite for a single item or action. This is sometimes due to the dual meaning of certain words. It makes the poems all the more funny, as they now have two different punch lines.

For example:
1.
The opposite of duck is drake.
Remember that, for heaven’s sake!
One’s female, and the other’s male.
In writing to a drake, don’t fail
To start your letter off, “Dear Sir.”
“Dear Madam” is what ducks prefer.

In snowball fights, the opposite
Of duck, of course, is getting hit.

I think it's fitting that Richard Wilbur wrote an entire book on opposites. He himself seems to have a dual nature, as well as often writing even in his more "serious" poems about opposites and antitheses. Though I had regretted it at first, I am really finding myself enjoying Wilbur's poems more and more. 

Which I'm happy about.
Phew.