When the coal
Gave out, we began
Burning the books, one by one;
First the set
Of Bulwer-Lytton
And then the Walter Scott.
They gave a lot of warmth.
Toward the end, in
February, flames
Consumed the Greek
Tragedians and Baudelaire,
Proust, Robert Burton
And the Po-Chu-i. Ice
Thickened on the sills.
More for the sake of the cat,
We said, than for ourselves,
Who huddled, shivering,
Against the stove
All winter long.
I wonder if this poem had an influence on the movie 'The Day after Tomorrow'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder if this poem had an influence on the movie 'The Day after Tomorrow'?