When I pulled L’Etranger from your bottom shelf
By its bony, slim spine
The pages spread like the wings of a butterfly
And dropped a brown leaf
At my feet. The leaf was brittle and papery,
And I recalled selecting it
One November day (while I still studied philosophy)
When I felt warm and drowsy
Beautiful, evocative of so many feelings!
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Lovely! I really admire your poetry talent...
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"The pages spread like the wings of a butterfly"
ReplyDeleteSuch a delicate and beautiful line :) I am envious!
I'm re-reading Dubliners at the moment but now I want to go and dig Camus off the bookshelf.
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