Universality of Themes: Poetry addresses timeless themes such as love, loss, and the human condition, making it relatable across cultures.

Poetry is a unique form of literature that allows us to explore and understand various aspects of the human condition. One of the primary reasons why we should read poetry is because of its universality of themes. Regardless of our background, culture, or experiences, poetry has the power to connect with our emotions and thoughts, making it a truly universal art form.



Poetry often delves into fundamental human experiences and emotions, such as love, loss, joy, and sorrow. By reading poetry, we can gain insight into the collective human experience, realizing that we are not alone in our thoughts and feelings. Through the use of metaphor, imagery, and symbolism, poets encapsulate these universal themes in their words, allowing readers to relate and find solace in shared experiences.

Moreover, poetry bridges the gap between different cultures, languages, and time periods. While the specific context of a poem may be tied to a particular era or culture, its underlying themes and ideas can transcend time and space. Poetry from different cultures can offer fresh perspectives and broaden our understanding of the world. By reading poetry from various artists and time periods, we develop empathy and an appreciation for the diversity of human experiences, fostering a sense of unity and interconnectedness.



The universality of themes in poetry makes it an essential form of literature to explore. It allows us to connect on a deep level with the human experience, whether it’s our own or that of others. Through poetry, we gain a greater understanding of ourselves, others, and the world around us. By delving into the timeless and universal themes embraced by poets, we open our minds to the power of language, empathy, and the shared experiences that make us all human.

Today, I am sharing a poem by Ted Hughes.

Examination at the Womb Door

Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death.
Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death.
Who owns these still-working lungs? Death.
Who owns this utility coat of muscles? Death.
Who owns these unspeakable guts? Death.
Who owns these questionable brains? Death.
All this messy blood? Death.
These minimum-efficiency eyes? Death.
This wicked little tongue? Death.
This occasional wakefulness? Death.

Given, stolen, or held pending trial?
Held.

Who owns the whole rainy, stony earth? Death.
Who owns all of space? Death.

Who is stronger than hope? Death.
Who is stronger than the will? Death.
Stronger than love? Death.
Stronger than life? Death.

But who is stronger than Death?
Me, evidently.
Pass, Crow.

Read about Day 1 here: https://aestheticmiradh.com/2023/08/02/reasons-to-read-poetry-day-1/