Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Poetry Wednesday


You pushed a button and
the world pinked up,
responded vitally and was far
far out on the sea;
smaller and discreet
from all things, clearly bounded and

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

by Molly Peacock

may favor obscure brainy aptitudes in you 
and a love of the past so blind you would 
venture, always securing permission, 
into the back library stacks, without food 
or water because you have a mission: 
to find yourself, in the regulated light, 
holding a volume in your hands as you 
yourself might like to be held. Mostly your life 
will be voices and images. Information. You 
may go a long way alone, and travel much 
to open a book to renew your touch.

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