• Love Has No Age
  • Apolonio G. Ramos

      • Softbound (₱160.00)
          
    • Publisher: Normita M. Dawang & Friends Foundation, Inc.
    • ISBN: 978-971-691-703-1
    • No. of Pages: 48
    • Size: 13"x18"
    • Edition: 2007




    Description:

    When I was a kid, I was impressed by pure jingle and nonsense verse of the nursery kind. I found pleasure in the nonsense combination of sounds in Mother Goose jingles and nursery rhymes. The rhyming, as in “Higgledy, piggledy, my fat hen” and “Hey diddle diddle” comes to mind. For a time this form stuck, but the years made me outgrow this childish preference. As if on purpose, we children were taken on a measured trip to a more serious form called poetry. This called for more more feeling than to reason. Since poetry stems from emotions and appeals to the emotions, I marveled at the seemingly endless imagination of the poet. I asked myself, “Do all poets suffer while in the depths of despair and sadness? Do they soar in ecstasy buoyed by the crest of happiness?” True. It takes all this to pour forth one’s feelings, never mind reason and meter! One has to live and go through the gamut of emotions to be able to write lines and verses, that sometimes, only the poet understands!



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    • Love Has No Age
    • by:  Apolonio G. Ramos
      • ISBN
        978-971-691-703-1
        •     
      • Page length
        48 pages
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      • Dimension
        13"x18" inches
        •     
      • Edition
        2007
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    Description:


    When I was a kid, I was impressed by pure jingle and nonsense verse of the nursery kind. I found pleasure in the nonsense combination of sounds in Mother Goose jingles and nursery rhymes. The rhyming, as in “Higgledy, piggledy, my fat hen” and “Hey diddle diddle” comes to mind. For a time this form stuck, but the years made me outgrow this childish preference. As if on purpose, we children were taken on a measured trip to a more serious form called poetry. This called for more more feeling than to reason. Since poetry stems from emotions and appeals to the emotions, I marveled at the seemingly endless imagination of the poet. I asked myself, “Do all poets suffer while in the depths of despair and sadness? Do they soar in ecstasy buoyed by the crest of happiness?” True. It takes all this to pour forth one’s feelings, never mind reason and meter! One has to live and go through the gamut of emotions to be able to write lines and verses, that sometimes, only the poet understands!