What worlds of wonder are our books!
As one opens them and looks,
New ideas and people rise
In our fancies and our eyes.
The room we sit in melts away,
And we find ourselves at play
With some one who, before the end,
May become our chosen friend.
Or we sail along the page
To some other land or age.
Here's our body in the chair,
But our mind is over there.
Each book is a magic box
Which with a touch a child unlocks.
In between their outside covers
Books hold all things for their lovers.
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I can't imagine life without 'books' be they fiction, educational, poetry, reference or whatever, they have always, since a child, been a major part of my life.
They are a constant - and will remain that way for life. -
I too love books! But with the hastened pace of the world today, it is hard to make time to escape to the lands created and written by others. I cherish the times when I do read. It is truly an escape from ones day to day realities. Thank you for putting in such a beautiful form!
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Books are magical. Nothing like being, for example, a winter arm-chair gardener - pouring over page after page of photos and plans for the spring garden. A book of poetry as a Valentine's Day gift is simply divine (as noted by Farjeon's last line, "Books hold all things for their lovers.") This poem makes me think of something I just heard on a documentary about a teacher in the South (in America, after the Reconstruction Era): when children and adults saw the teacher walking by, they stopped working in the fields, ran after him, and begged him for spare books. The desire to learn, to own a book, to pour over the pages was just such a passion with them. Now, I shake my head when I think that most high school students just don't seem to "get it" when it comes to bringing their text books home to read for pleasure--or to study. Stanza two captures my sentiments best.
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