The Trinity of BooksA Poem by Leslie Philibertsomething new
We must unlearn the habit of reading;there is more, the warm cover
and the coffee stains, the day of buying,the sand from that beach in Crete, the pages that now smell sour,the pencilled annotations of imagined wisdom, a bill from a plumber long cried over.And the Soul behind it ; the standing at windows at night, the finding in rooms without moving, the unreturned questions, the distance. The rest ? - an unfinished spirit, an idea that seemed good at first, a last page not a full stop , the resignation of reaching the end of a street at night.
© 2012 Leslie PhilibertReviews
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Added on October 25, 2012Last Updated on October 31, 2012 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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