One book, printed in the heart’s own wax
Is worth a thousand in the stacks.
~ Jan Luyken (Dutch poet)
O heart, too much like stone, you,
and chisel dulled;
or, better, a hard drive,
overloaded
with too many hurried bytes.
A tablet of wax
ever-expanding
ever-lengthening
ever-impressionable
beckoning the fresh
imprint
of lettered treasures old and new…
Too many in the stacks;
Move, O bookish stylus, to the wax!
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