Bookworm Longing for a Book
11 Sep
I was scurrying yesterday to find a suitable phrase for my post at the wedding blog. And you know where the search led me?
Pablo Neruda.
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!
I was lingering over the others, E.E. Cummings or Emily Dickinson. But, “Nah! They’ll have their turn. It’s Pablo’s today.”
That was yesterday. And today, I’m yearning to read a book. I mean really read. Curled up in bed. A book in my hand. Breathing its pages. The smell of paper.
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
Oh, I remember those days. And I miss them. It’s been a while since I updated my collection. And now bookstore trips have been mostly about books on DIY crafts, weddings, photography. I wish I can read a book the way I used to read a book. Just like before.
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