And another one from the same site that I’ll just …
And another one from the same site that I’ll just give to you here:
Afternoon of a Biblioparadisiac by David Mitchell
Melted to incandescence by
The aroma of fresh ink,
Yielding stiffness
Of fine paper,
Elegant lines of the font
Of eternal renewal:
We are bound by language
As by other tyrants,
Although the torture
Remains far sweeter, even
In memory.