Friday, May 27, 2011

Why a book? (6)



Because their doors never close.



Gray at Stoke-Pogis

(1856)

Homes and Haunts
of the Most Eminent British Poets



And because I have seen, in the terror of these times,



4 comments:

Wine and Words said...

I love this series of yours. I've been passing a disgarded book on the freeway every day on my way to work:

A discarded volume
blown wide by passing exhaust
as though toxin breathed bird
with biblical wings of rice paper
and aching to fly,
it's effort born of script
across bloated pages

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Annie. In fact, I read your entry earlier this morning and enjoyed it. Of course I’ve already carried the scene forward in my head to your eventual rescue, when you bring the book home and nurture it back to health.

Wine and Words said...

If only I could. It is located on the high curve of the freeway where two converge. There is no shoulder to speak of and no way to walk there without a perilous journey of a mile or so. Yes, of course, it would be worth it :)

I am ever so curious of it. If I can find a way...

William Michaelian said...

“Local woman rescues book, kindles print revival.”