Thursday, 7 October 2010

And Yet The Books

Today is National Poetry Day and so there had to be a poem....

And Yet the Books

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
That appeared once, still wet
As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
And, touched, coddled, began to live
In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
Tribes on the march, planets in motion.
"We are," they said, even as their pages
Were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
Licked away their letters. So much more durable
Than we are, whose frail warmth
Cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
I imagine the earth when I am no more:
Nothing happens, no loss, it's still a strange pageant,
Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

Czeslaw Milosz

I don't fully understand this, but that's what I like about poetry.

Happy National Poetry Day.


  1. It only makes you want to read it two or three times to see if you can make something of it .. and that's good. We may all take something different from the same poem anyway.

  2. Wonderful poem...happy national poetry day to you too. Am enjoying catching up on your blog after a couple of months offline!


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