The Making Of Many Books Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Making Of Many Books
‘The making of many books
Is a weariness of the flesh'
For me it was not that at all
It was my life
But it probably is a vanity of vanities
My breath is not better than your breath
And when I have no breath
Your breath will be better than mine
‘What you don't know will fill forty books'
Said my father
It is well beyond that
I do fear God
But will that save me?
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