Pullman
His dark materials, indeed.
Here is a man that set something ablaze in me.
I read the first one with a graduated belief, and
by volume two, was longing for my own daemon.
My cat yawned as I took a knife from the drawer
and began fencing with reality.
Around a year ago, my pillow was Iorek’s neck.
I never did cut holes in what is, but dust to Dust,
a year ago I entered a world.
Last year a world entered me.
-- Cipriano --
Have a great Tuesday!
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4 comments:
I could not agree more.
Send it to Pullman.
His books had me enthralled.
In a way, I have not yet recovered.
Great poem,
even for someone who has not read the books! :-)
A friend of mine translated Pullman's trilogy, seems he was transported after the first volume.
Never heard from him again.
Just kidding!
(Translate he did, though! *smile*)
I'm in the middle of book two right now! Good stuff.
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