A Monday Morning Poem

Because we’ve been talking about poetry over at The Classics Club this month, I felt the need to share this one. I subscribe to The Writer’s Almanac daily email, and this was the poem of the day for today. It’s just so right. I have a 10-year-old who recently told me that books are her best friend, and this guy totally gets that.

For My Son, Reading Harry Potter

by Michael Blumenthal

How lovely, to be lost
as you are now
in someone else’s thoughts
an imagined world
of witchcraft, wizardry and clans
that takes you in so utterly
all the ceaseless background noise
of life’s insistent pull and drag soon fades
and you are left, a young boy
captured in attention’s undivided daze,
as I was once
when books defined a world
no trouble could yet penetrate
or others spoil, or regret stain,
when, between covers, under covers,
all is safe and sure
and each Odysseus makes it home again
and every transformation is to bird or bush
or to a star atwinkle in some firmament of light,
or to a club that lets you, and all others, in.
Oh, how I wish for you
that life may let you turn and turn
these pages, in whose spell
time is frozen, as is pain and fright and loss
before you’re destined to be lost again
in that disordered and distressing book
your life will write for you and cannot change.

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3 thoughts on “A Monday Morning Poem

  1. Trish

    It’s such a lovely poem! I hope that my kiddos can discover the magical worlds within books and love to read as much as I do. What a sweet thing for your girl to say. Hope the move has been good to your girls.

    Reply

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