Bibliophilia
Bibliophilia
They meant wealth, once, the leather-rank library
where shelves rose to the high ceiling, and a ladder
wheeled to access the highest rows. A love
of learning, or perhaps an investment, or only
a mark of class, pages of many volumes not even cut.
Even now they might be a brand declaring
your tribe, as when a classmate asked my son,
Why does your house have so many books?
Or my visitor, who gazed around our living room
and bluntly demanded, Where are your books?
Feeling accused, I led her to our studies
where crammed bookshelves line the walls, but
I could tell she wondered why we wanted to hide
them, and still didn’t think we had enough.
Recently I saw wallpaper printed
with book-lined shelves, a few books
leaning as if they’d just been replaced
by a living hand. Less dusting, less worry
over mildew and silverfish, which devour books
with as much relish as some humans.
A nod, at least, to the memory of books.
Now I could download a favorite novel,
read it on a machine-that scrolls the text,
eliminating the rustle and feel of turning
pages, the invisible fingerprints
of library patrons, living or dead,
who journeyed this way before. The scent
of paper slowly returning to earth.
Here in the used book store in the fading
light of September, I hold a book I’ve loved
but never purchased, and one I’ve been meaning
to read it seems forever, wondering where
I’ll put them, which books I can let go
to make room for these. I weigh the heft
of them, thinking how each will feel
as I hold it, then let it drop
after the words have blurred in the first
chapter of sleep, and my husband
lifts it gently from my hands
crossed above my heart.
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