A Secret World

It's days like today I wonder if I can be a teacher of English teacher. It's days like today I question my choice to be an English major. Poetry days are the days I question whether I am in the right field. After reading the selected poems by Wallace Stevens and T.S. Eliot, I felt as though I had just finished an advanced assignmnet in Greek. I put down my anthology with no more knowledge than when I picked it up. After class today, I walked out questioning my ability to even read. I am wondering if there is some hidden secret as to how to read poetry. If anyone reading this knows that secret, please let me into the secret world of poetry.