These long books of poetry,
are they for a man or the time
which has taken them in like
January visitor and piled them
up with brown and dust; the cobwebs
have just been wiped off to give up its
lengths of pot plants that have not seen
the sun or man or desire— with restrain
Analysis of These Long Books
These Long Books of Poetry ” is a poem inspired by my stay in a department library. There I saw loads of brown and dusty books of poetry that tell tales of years forgotten in idle engagement. So I thought, why not tell the tale once again?
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