Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Dog-Ears or Dust-Jackets?
I'm taking a poll.
Dog-ears or Dust-jackets?
How does your bookshelf grow?
Underlined and circled
And flimsy spines
In comfortable piles?
Loved as a comfortable pillow,
Fawned over in times of want?
Rows of pretty, unsullied maids
Standing erectly at attention
Starched snowy frocks within
Devoured with the eyes
But only handled by kid gloves?
I did not know bending corners was a book crime until I stumbled across it in a blog recently.
Who knew? Apparently I have been defiling my books and did not know it.
I was about to whisper words of apology to each tattered volume
when I got to thinking.
Would you rather be loved or left alone?
As an author would you want your book high on a shelf
or read so many times the cover had to be patched back on with duct tape?
I like to think books are glad of being loved
rather than forgotten on the shelves, or worse, never read for fear of spoilage.
[A note to my favorite librarian:
Please do not revoke my library card or forbid the shadow of my blasphemous self to ever cross the threshold of your fine establishment again for the confessions in this post.
I do take tender care of my library books and keep my pages unbent, personal book preferences aside.]