Not Supposed To Do
This poem, excerpted from Art Garfunkel’s autobiographical What Is It All But Luminous / notes from an Underground Man ©2017, reminds me of the playfulness of Shel Silverstein:
Today I'll judge my books by their covers. I'll watch a pot, count unhatched chicks, I'll fix the unbroken, hold secret gods divine. A thousand fine soldiers, resplendent in their jacket designs, are lined in shelves in my aerie-- All the noble sentiments quilled, Cry for all the milk that's spilled, Let the unaware buyer be sold-- If the book cover glitters, it's gold; I'll make a Top Forty polled for pretty veneers, how the book appears, and how it feels to hold and be held the whole night through... Today I'll do exactly what you're not supposed to do.
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- Tagged: autobiography, books, Books and Literature, garfunkel, poetry
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