George Orwell and Sue Townsend how will they be?
If I bounded up to see them in the spirit world
I would love to hear their thoughts on abstract words
and 1920s poverty.
And to find out If Adrian Mole finally married Pandora
a big massive library sorted by genres and authors
with a big comfy chair so sink into
Sylvia Path would read her work and I would finally understand
and she would become johnny panic
and I would saviour the moment, when she smiled at me
new books would magic up, all for free
I would nick them from the library, pop down just to see
and will my book still be there under my pen name?
The one that bought me my flat
or did in my dreams
books in heaven, a dream for me
books In heaven, how to choose what comes with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem