Mystery Of The Books Poem by Louis Kasatkin

Mystery Of The Books



When we shut the books,

do the chapters rearrange themselves?

when we turn the pages,

do the words appear differently to us from

the last time when we deigned to read them?

As for those books still on the shelf,

the ones we promised to get round to reading,

what of them?

What transcendant, immaterial juxtapositioning

of typographical content do they undergo ?

sturdy leatherbound volumes

tomes of immeasurable linguistic conceit,

they're never quite the same read twice,

whilst once is never enough

to discover their latent deceit.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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Louis Kasatkin

Louis Kasatkin

Wakefield, Yorkshire
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