Mol (mollyringle) wrote,
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Poem - "The Reader"

I don't read a lot of poetry, but occasionally a poem grabs me. I liked this one, found in the Book Club of Washington email newsletter. Enjoy...

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The Reader

by Robert Bringhurst

Who reads her while she reads? Her eyes slide
under the paper, into another world
while all we hear of it
or see is the slow surf of turning pages.

Her mother might not recognize her,
soaked to the skin as she is in her own shadow.
How could you then? You with your watch and tongue
still running, tell me how much does she lose

when she looks up? When she lifts
the ladles of her eyes, how much
flows back into the book, and how much
spills down the walls of the overflowing world?

Children, playing alone, will sometimes
come back suddenly, seeing what it is
to be here, and their eyes are altered. Hers too. Words
she's never said reshape her lips forever.
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