The Pull Of Poetry Poem by Glen Kappy
The Pull Of Poetry
I got there
just before it closed
and checked out
the book of poetry
I had on hold
and took it
to my car
and opened it—
the key unturned
in my ignition—
and read… and read…
till all was in blue shadow
and the chill insistent
on my neck
and shoulders.
Belle, glad you could relate. Thanks for commenting. BTW, if you like poetry anthologies, the one referred to is A Book of Luminous Things edited by Czeslaw Milosz. Glen
ahha--a true lover of books, we get so lost in the world lying in those pages that we go without dinner, stay up till dawn because we cannot set that story down! I enjoyed this poem immensely, fellow book-eater! a zillion stars
Hi, Susan! Good to see your comment—thanks! In case you'd be interested, I give the title of the book referred to in my reply to Belle above. Hoping you're well in all ways, Glen
Anjandev, I'm grateful for your comment. Can one hope for better in a poem than knowing someone truly enjoyed it? The best to you. -Glen
Great expression. A fascinating way of a little event in the compact way. Loved the way the poet ends the poem. Top score.
Thanks again, Dillip. I'm fond of this poem, glad the idea came to relate what happened as a way to celebrate poetry. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 5:22:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a great poem! I have commented on it a couple of times before, but I just had to come back and read it again!