THERE ARE BOOKS / I RETURN TO AGAIN AND AGAIN
There are books
I return to again and again
They are with me
Still in old age-
Yet one day
All my knowledge and memory of them
Will disappear
And a lifetime of
Learning and rereading them
A lifetime of loving them
Will be nothing forever.
'Vanity of vanities' says the Preacher
and he is right
even in this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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