An Ode To Books Poem by Catherine Habbie

The feel of paper
The whiff of a book
Together in a cosy nook

It is truly heavenly
That you can never be lonely
When ones with you

Perhaps first is codex Madrid
Or the Egyptian book of the dead?
Now that fills me with dread

Maybe the Etruscan book of gold
Or the Sutra Diamond
Is the most old?

Whoever was first
You are now a must
And forever we trust

A steadfast friend
That Guttenberg did blend
Now words can have no end