The Trouble with Reading
by William Stafford
When a goat likes a book, the whole book is gone,
And the meaning has to go find an author again.
But when we read, its just print – deciphering,
Like frost on a window: we learn the meaning
But lose what the frost is, and all that the world
Pressed so desperately behind
So some time let’s discover how the ink
Feels, to be clutching all that eternity onto
Page after page. But maybe it is better not
To know; ignorance, that wide country,
Rewards you just to accept it. You plunge;
It holds you. And you have to become a rich darkness.
ooo maşaAllah, how cute 🙂
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They were cute. 🙂 Thank you ❤
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Love it!
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Thanks Miriam. 🙂
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Buona giornata my friend ❤
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Grazie caro amica. ❤
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Great first line and first photo.
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Good choice, I liked the first two lines the best. 🙂
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