~   Michael Ondaatje
"And this is how the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper"- The Hollow Men 

(one of the most complex poems i have ever read)
I wish I could be a book,
A dusty hidden book.
But my book holds secrets;
Inside are pressed flowers.


Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.

-Arnold Lobel


Sing to me, sweetly
On a slow, sunlit morning

Just for you and me

A stack of these would make me the happiest kitten

the truth about September