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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem