The Trouble With Reading
When a goat likes a book,
the whole book is gone,
and the meaning has to go find
an author again.
But when we read, it's just print--
deciphering, like frost on a window;
we learn the meaning but lose
what the frost is, and all that
world pressed so deperately behind.
So some time let's discover how the ink
feels, to be clutching all that
eternity onto page after page.
But maybe it is better not
to know; ignorance,
that wide country, rewards you
just to accept it.
You plunge; it holds you.
And you have become
a rich darkness.
William Stafford
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