Poetry Books
I have too many to bring them all down before I have a shelf, but I spent 3 hours in the attic yesterday looking for certain ones. The words that never fail to bring me comfort.
So, in case it can touch any of you as it touches me:
From The Book of Nightmares by Galway Kinnell, from the poem "Under the Maud Moon"
.....
And in the days
when you find yourself orphaned,
emptied
of all wind-singing, of light,
the pieces of cursed bread on your tongue,
may there come back to you
a voice,
spectral, calling you
sister!
from everything that dies.
And then
you shall open
this book, even if it is the book of nightmares.
