| “Alive, Alive!” |
[Written that October in 2001, originally published on July 3, 2006, without an image, a few weeks after the birth of Moristotle the blog. Reading it always rekindles in me the wondrous hum of the night it describes.]
We slept with windows open all the night
The day I sold or gave my books away.
Was it the sound of the lusty tree frogs
Or the lightening of the burden of all
Those books never to read again (or read at all)
That made me lie awake, compose these lines,
And bade my body hum the song “Alive, Alive”?
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