Half the time, my English teacher (who was generally fantastic, by the way) had to give a history lesson about the French Revolution before we read a poem. We’d read the poem, and think the author was making a simple statement. BUT NO! It was a deep and beautiful sentiment he was sharing on the hardships of being a revolutionary against an oppressive and violent government.

To be fair, after the brief history lesson we should have expected that. And I doubt the poem would be taught in English class centuries later if it really was just talking about blue curtains.