Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The First Book -- Poem by Rita Dove

The First Book
         by Rita Dove

Open it.
Go ahead, it won't bite.
Well. . . maybe a little.
More a nip, like.

A tingle.
It's pleasurable, really.
You see, it keeps on opening.
You may fall in.
Sure, it's hard to get
remember leaning to use
knife and fork?  Dig in:
you'll never reach

It's not like it's the end
of the world --
just the world as you
you know it.