When Gutenberg figured out
how to make letters that could be
rearranged he changed us all.
Once upon a time
I laid my head on books
and was surrounded by books
and bought books and rescued books
reminding me I had only
finite years in the book of my son,
whom I almost left for books,
to whom I leave my books.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem