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to Stranger in a Strange Land, a book above analysis.

Stranger, how well I know you.

Too well.

You contain the world in papyrus stain

like the Dead Sea scrolls.

We have known each other too long.

 

So I must leave you, let the dust pile thick

over your face

Leaving you to ripen on my shelf

until I have forgotten you myself,

And thou hast become a seed again

to grow in me and rise with rain

Reviews

[Sara]

I get endless entertainment from re reading books after I have forgotten what they are about. i love this poem, because it is a reference to one of my favorite things.