Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,826 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

The Trinity Of Books - Poem by Leslie Philibert

We must unlearn the habit of reading; there is more,
the coffee stains and the sand from that beach in Crete,
the buying, the warm cover and the pages that now smell sour,
the bill from a plumber long cried over, the pencilled
annotations of imagined wisdom. And the soul behind;
the standing at windows at night, the finding in rooms
without movement, the unreturned questions, the distance.
The rest? - an unfinished spirit, an idea that once seemed good,
a last page not a full stop - the resignation of reaching
the end of a story in the night.

Comments about The Trinity Of Books by Leslie Philibert

  • Mark Dillon (10/25/2012 8:39:00 AM)

    Great write, i've left many things undone while in the act of reading novel, poetry, scripts, time sure flies by. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 25, 2012

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