Reading Murakami’s Wind-Up Bird
In the bath
In the state of New York
Which is covered in snow
The skies are full of it
Matt grey lump grey
Heavy like a promise
The water cools
My foot moves the faucet left
Into the next chapter
Outside the door
My new snow boots
Lean to the wall
I am fist-fighting sleep
The heat is pulling
At my eyelids
The text wavers
A line forms
Where the water touches
My skin a rough blush
My hands book-dry
Still turning the pages
Of Murakami’s novel
About the wind-up bird.
Comments
animan | January 13, 2009 - 17:45
Ace. Love it. Why? Cos I've been there. I'm gonna have to check out your oeuvre.
Jasper_Milvain | January 13, 2009 - 18:01
I enjoyed the sound of the poem. The content is pleasant too. Good stuff.
tcook | January 14, 2009 - 14:56
And what a wonderful book to choose to read in the bath - one of my absolute favourites!
jennifer | January 14, 2009 - 21:21
Literature inspired by literature...superb! Don't drop the book!
I am far too precious to read in the bath, not that I own one at present...the thought of my dear books getting damp or splashed!
Arrrgh!
J x
spiltmilk | June 13, 2011 - 20:02
Ah, Murakami. I remember reading Dance Dance Dance on a park bench in Olsztyn (summer evening). It was a good time.