Just looking at them
I grow greedy,
as if they were freshly baked loaves
waiting on their shelves
to be broken open—that one
and that—and I make my choice
in a mood of exalted luck,
browsing among them
like a cow in sweetest pasture.
.
For life is continuous
as long as they wait
to be read—these inked paths
opening into the future, page
after page, every book
its own receding horizon.
And I hold them, one in each hand,
a curious ballast weighting me
here to the earth.
by Linda Pastan, Carnival Evening
Photo: Flourish & Blotts,
the bookstore in the Harry Potter series.
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Lovely poem.
Gorgeous photo...
-happy, happy-
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Gentle hugs,
Auntie
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This is so beautiful, I wish I could follow you on facebook.
hello Anoniem
Don't you have a facebook account?
because I do ;o)) see my sidebar
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