Friday, November 7, 2008

Look What the Mailman Brought

good stuff
I love books that plop in the mail basket like 
well-mannered gifts in kraftpaper wrappers 
with gracious hand-written addresses; 
you forgot you ordered them and 
then you open them and 
the smell of a perhaps familiar library bursts forth 
and there are stamps on the inside, and dates from 1964, 
and the paper is exquisite and the 
type has depth (you can feel it 
when you run your hand slowly over it) 
and a homey inkiness. Yep. I love it. 

Thank you, person who sent me Wilfred Owen. I am forever grateful.