Discovering That It's Actually Possible to Like Poetry

So, usually poetry isn't my cup of tea. It's pretty much my arch enemy. Not because I don't understand it (ok, maybe a little), but because it's usually just so dreadfully boring. The other day in American Lit though we were assigned this poem by Louise Chandler Moulton and I instantly loved it. I don't know why but I feel connected to it. My favorite line- "Eternally sad and fair"

"Laus Veneris" - Louise Chandler Moulton

Pallid with too much longing,

White with passion and prayer,

Goddess of love and beauty,

She sits in the picture there.

Sits with her dark eyes seeking,

Something more subtle still,

Than the old delights of loving,

Her measureless days to fill.

She has loved and been loved so often,

In her long, immortal years,

That she tires of the worn-out rapture,

Sickens of hopes and fears.

No joys or sorrows move her,

Done with her ancient pride;

For her head she found too heavy,

The crown she has cast aside.

Clothed in her scarlet splendor,

Bright with her glory of hair,

Sad that she is not mortal,

Eternally sad and fair.

Longing for joys she knows not,

Athirst with a vain desire,

There she sits in the picture,

Daughter of foam and fire.