Forbidden fruit

I’m grateful to my father
for Maupassant and Poe
who were forgotten on the highest shelf

If a book falls into my hands by itself
and says, “Read me, bro!”
would I really bother?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

18 thoughts on “Forbidden fruit”

  2. I know what you mean, it’s the same with music I think when growing up we need to rebel or at least feel we had to work a little to discover for ourselves. Great poem Unbolt.

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    • Thank you very much, Mark!
      It’s so true… Oh… so she was called Tatyana 🙂

      From early on she loved romances,
      they were her only food… and so
      she fell in love with all the fancies
      of Richardson and of Rousseau.
      Her father, kindly, well-regarded,
      but in an earlier age retarded,
      could see no harm in books; himself
      he never took one from the shelf,
      thought them a pointless peccadillo;
      and cared not what his daughter kept
      by way of secret tome that slept
      until the dawn beneath her pillow.
      His wife, just like Tatyana, had
      on Richardson gone raving mad.

      A.S.Pushkin. Eugene Onegin (tr.Ch.Johnston)

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    • Awwww… Thank you very much, Romina ❤
      Yes, all books in the world just fall into my hands like ripe fruits…
      My best dream! 😀

      Have a great weekend!
      Your Unbolt

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    • Hmmm… I don’t know, Tony…
      You asked a girl who played with a real human skull in her childhood (I guess, it was the first reason for her to reach the highest shelves) 😉
      I’m not too sure that she wanted to grow up faster and join to this smiling buddy :-/

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