A book loud and loose if not lusty,
Read, re-read to last of printed page,
Dog-eared oft gets but seldom dusty,
And dies of tattered limbs ere her age!
While a tome beautiful and well bound,
Like well displayed wall-hanging wisdom—
Like sword and armour of a kingdom,
Dies treasured, oh a tall bookcase bound.
Or may live, not a page turned or churned,
O to die unread of ripe old age,
Or by next generation well-earned,
Yellowed and worms devoured, not in rage!
Yet, a thing common to books or men,
But a few can stand to thorough scan.
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Set in anapaest meter
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Sonnets | 03.06.08 |
Reading and re-reading every printed page a man can have knowledge of book in mind. An amazing and brilliant poem is well penned...10
Good to know if knowledgeable people like you like a poem. Thank you indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is commendable work Aniruddha.