Today I’ve been enjoying my book The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson. Here is one in particular that I really liked.

UNTO my books so good to turn
Far ends of tired days;
It half endears the abstinence,
And pain is missed in praise.

As flavors cheer retarded guests
With banquetings to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.

It may be wilderness without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.

I thank these kinsmen of the shelf;
Their countenances bland
Enamour in prospective,
And satisfy, obtained.

Part One, Life, LXXIV

In other bookish news, have you seen The Reader’s Catalog? So many bookish goodies. I want one of everything. I think I need to get on their mailing list and when the catalog arrives I’ll leave it on my husband’s desk as a little hint. I mean, Christmas is coming right.

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