The Bookworm

A moth, I thought, munching a word.
How marvellously weird! a worm
Digesting a man's sayings --
A sneakthief nibbling in the shadows
At the shape of a poet's thunderous phrases --
How unutterably strange!
And the pilfering parasite none the wiser
For the words he has swallowed.

by Anonymous Olde English

Comments (7)

Nice poem
To me, this is one of the most wonderful poems I've ever read
Amazing beauty expressed through brevity.
William Amazing poetic skills here
'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.' Wordsworth realised our integration and resurrection through nature a long time before it became scientific knowledge.
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