What hurts the worst
Is that no longer will I be able to
Have contact with books,
To stand in front of my bookcase every morning
As on the shore of the sea
Caressed by secret breezes gently blowing
From the shelves.
Since I'm to be so close by,
O Lord, I hope I won't be denied
The pleasure of reading the stars.
Once a week, at least,
According to the schedule posted on a cloud.
From The Bridge by Marin Sorescu
In Being Human edited by Neil Astley www.bloodaxebooks.com
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