I forgot how much fun it is to analyze poems. I'm serious. Tonight I decided to tackle "A Dialogue Between the Soul and Body," a poem I specifically remember being afraid of senior year when I was assigned to read it. It's keeping me interested, and my brain is hurting from the challenge. I remember why i'm an English major. For some reason, I like to do this stuff. And though I may detest the boring lectures and empty readings teachers like to barate us with, and question my major, I really do like it.