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Reading aloud poetry to oneself



Reading poems aloud to yourself is a joyous experience that unveils depths of language and emotion. The act transcends mere digging out words from a page, transforming both reading and reading aloud into a stream of sounds, rhythms and meanings that revive the many meanings of words in you.

The cadence of poetry delights your ear. Each line is a note, composed to create harmony or discord. When you read aloud, these nuances of rhythm, cadence and rhyme come alive, enveloping you – both performer and audience – in an auditory journey through the poet’s intentions.

Reading poetry aloud lets your mind’s boots go deeper into the mud of words. As they escape your lips, they take on new dimensions, revealing hidden onion layers of meaning and emotion. And vocalising them transforms reading from a solitary activity into a shared experience with absent poet and present you – a magical exchange of secrets and truths.

The physical act of speaking poetry can still your mind even while paradoxically rousing it. Your voice acting as a tether connects both listener and speaker – you – in a tight landscape of words, lines, stanzas.



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