Reasons
for Reading
Mary
Soon Lee
Escape? Yes. And solace too.
When I was overwrought,
I flew on dragonback
above the islands of Earthsea,
rode with the Rohirrim,
walked the grounds of Pemberley
for the fifth or sixth time.
But more than refuge:
a craving, a restless hunger
drives me to the shelves,
seeking my next fix.
To be prisoned, pinioned.
That moment when the world
hinges on the next sentence.
Poet's
Notes: Ever
since I can remember, I have loved to read. Books were part of the landscape of
my childhood, and I would visit and re-visit my favorites, including those
referenced in this poem. When I'm
caught up in a book, I resent all interruptions. When I'm too busy to read, I
become cranky. It is puzzling to me that not everyone feels the same way.
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