Today, I have been told by Kym, is Poem In Your Pocket Day. A day to select a poem and share it with others. Now. I am not generally a reader of poetry. Much of it goes over my head and I definitely prefer prose. Nevertheless, because it’s good to learn new things, yesterday I searched for a poem to share with all of you today. And I managed to find one that perfectly expresses the way I feel when I read a book.
An Afternoon in the Stacks
Closing the book, I find I have left my head
inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open
their beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound,
words adjusting themselves to their meaning.
Long passages open at successive pages. An echo,
continuous from the title onward, hums
behind me. From in here, the world looms,
a jungle redeemed by these linked sentences
carved out when an author traveled and a reader
kept the way open. When this book ends
I will pull it inside-out like a sock
and throw it back in the library. But the rumor
of it will haunt all that follows in my life.
A candleflame in Tibet leans when I move.
– William Stafford