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I. The book is on its pages Face down With a crackling spine. II. On a waiting room bench, Sits the child's father, Staring at an open book. III. Between the chapters Are leave And petals Preserved for winter days. IV. A child Is not A poet Nor a writer, But a child can love a book. V. Wild, unspeakable thoughts torment his mind. He only trusts the book to keep his secrets. VI. On Tuesday afternoon The widow summits The library steps In search of a different story. She will return next Tuesday. VII. A mother shares a book With her daughter snug under the covers. She knows her knight will defeat the dragon, But still holds her breath. VIII. I read the opening lines Penned carefully to make The best first impression. How many others have pondered these same words? IX. Rows of shelves of knotted oak Willingly bear Their burden of books. X. Why are chicken noodle soup And a good book The best remedies I know? XI. You are drawn to the book With golden lettering, And prepare to enter a new world XII. With each cackling flame another book dies. Now there is nothing but ashes and memory; XIII. Yellowed pages Cloaked in leather And perfumed with ink.
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Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Book
I. The book is on its pages Face down With a crackling spine. II. On a waiting room bench, Sits the child's father, Staring at an open book. III. Between the chapters Are leave And petals Preserved for winter days. IV. A child Is not A poet Nor a writer, But a child can love a book. V. Wild, unspeakable thoughts torment his mind. He only trusts the book to keep his secrets. VI. On Tuesday afternoon The widow summits The library steps In search of a different story. She will return next Tuesday. VII. A mother shares a book With her daughter snug under the covers. She knows her knight will defeat the dragon, But still holds her breath. VIII. I read the opening lines Penned carefully to make The best first impression. How many others have pondered these same words? IX. Rows of shelves of knotted oak Willingly bear Their burden of books. X. Why are chicken noodle soup And a good book The best remedies I know? XI. You are drawn to the book With golden lettering, And prepare to enter a new world XII. With each cackling flame another book dies. Now there is nothing but ashes and memory; XIII. Yellowed pages Cloaked in leather And perfumed with ink.
inspired by Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens
Written by
lacey-anderson
Canadian
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
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