Harvard undergrads
\nused to read books
\non the Red Line train.<\/p>\n
How many eyes nowadays
\nscan print and paper?
\nVirtually none.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Luddite,
\nI\u2019ll still carry
\nthree or four paperbacks
\nin my tote bag,
\nthe poor man\u2019s Kindle.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
When I was sixteen, Thirty years have passed Eliot because it was cheap, The printed page *<\/p>\n Sure, I\u2019m as guilty But there are times *<\/p>\n Wystan, Estlin, Theodore, Marianne, You\u2019re most at home I lift your pages Harvard undergrads used to read books on the Red Line train. How many eyes nowadays scan print and paper? Virtually none. * Luddite, I\u2019ll still carry three or four paperbacks in my tote bag, the poor man\u2019s Kindle. * When I was sixteen, I hid…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":933,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36062","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36062","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/933"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36062"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36062\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43550,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36062\/revisions\/43550"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36062"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36062"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36062"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI hid a copy
\nof The Colossus<\/em>
\nin my jacket pocket
\nat Steve & Cory\u2019s wedding.<\/p>\n
\nsince I bought my first volumes of verse:
\nEliot\u2019s Four Quartets<\/em>,
\nRimbaud\u2019s Illuminations<\/em>,
\nHeaney\u2019s Field Work<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\nRimbaud because it was French,
\nHeaney because Mr Waldron
\nsaid he was good.<\/p>\n
\nis bread to me,
\nlife and light,
\nshelter and sustenance.<\/p>\n
\nas the next guy
\nof checking the iPhone
\nduring a dull commute.<\/p>\n
\nat home alone
\nI\u2019ll pick up a book,
\nan old favorite,
\nweathered, seasoned,
\nand pace from room to room
\nreading aloud
\nto the four walls,
\nto any muse or angel
\nthat might be haunting me.<\/p>\n
\nyou wouldn\u2019t be the same
\nas lucent type on a small screen.<\/p>\n
\nin dead-tree editions!<\/p>\n
\nand kiss the verses
\nas the priest
\nkisses the Gospel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"