Do you have struggles with poetry? In your opinion, what makes a… Do you have struggles with poetry? In your opinion, what makes a piece o

Do you have struggles with poetry? In your opinion, what makes a… Do you have struggles with poetry? In your opinion, what makes a piece of literature in this genre difficult to read, understand, or relate to? On the other hand, if you do not struggle with poetry, or if you enjoy poetry, tell what it is about poetry that appeals to you by referring to the poem below. Please list the name of the poem and the author as well.  ROBERT BROWNINGSoliloquy of the Spanish CloisterWorkshop: Robert Browning’s “Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister”Gr-r-r—there go, my heart’s abhorrence!   Water your damned flower-pots, do!If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence,   God’s blood, would not mine kill you!5What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming?   Oh, that rose has prior claims—Needs its leaden vase filled brimming?   Hell dry you up with its flames!At the meal we sit together:10    Salve tibi! I must hearWise talk of the kind of weather,   Sort of season, time of year:Not a plenteous cork-crop: scarcely   Dare we hope oak-galls, I doubt:15What’s the Latin name for “parsley”?   What’s the Greek name for Swine’s Snout?Whew! We’ll have our platter burnished,   Laid with care on our own shelf!With a fire-new spoon we’re furnished,20    And a goblet for ourself,Rinsed like something sacrificial   Ere ’tis fit to touch our chaps—Marked with L. for our initial!   (He-he! There his lily snaps!)25Saint, forsooth! While brown Dolores   —Squats outside the Convent bankWith Sanchicha, telling stories,   Steeping tresses in the tank,Blue-black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs,30    —Can’t I see his dead eye glow,Bright as ’twere a Barbary corsair’s?   (That is, if he’d let it show!)When he finishes refection,   Knife and fork he never lays35Cross-wise, to my recollection,   As do I, in Jesu’s praise.I the Trinity illustrate,   Drinking watered orange-pulp—In three sips the Arian frustrate;40—While he drains his at one gulp.Oh, those melons? If he’s able   We’re to have a feast! so nice!One goes to the Abbot’s table,   All of us get each a slice.45How go on your flowers? None double?   Not one fruit-sort can you spy?Strange!—And I, too, at such trouble,   —Keep them close-nipped on the sly!There’s a great text in Galatians,50    Once you trip on it, entailsTwenty-nine distinct damnations,   One sure, if another fails:If I trip him just a-dying,   Sure of heaven as sure can be,55Spin him round and send him flying   Off to hell, a Manichee?Or, my scrofulous French novel   On gray paper with blunt type!Simply glance at it, you grovel60    Hand and foot in Belial’s gripe.If I double down its pages   At the woeful sixteenth print,When he gathers his greengages,   Ope a sieve and slip it in’t?65Or, there’s Satan!—one might venture   Pledge one’s soul to him, yet leaveSuch a flaw in the indenture   —As he’d miss till, past retrieve,Blasted lay that rose-acacia70    We’re so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine . . .’St, there’s Vespers! Plena gratiâAve, Virgo. Gr-r-r—you swine!  Arts & Humanities English Literature AMER LIT G230 Share QuestionEmailCopy link