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possibly a book dedication
Posted by: fayesy (
Date: February 02, 2004 07:47PM

I don't know the name of the author or the title of this poem, but I have seen it as a book dedication. It's about how reading has opened up the world to the author, and enabled him to experience many things. I think the last line reads "I've travelled the world all over through the wonderful world of books" Hope someone can help me. Many thanks.

Re: possibly a book dedication
Posted by: Henry (213.78.96.---)
Date: February 02, 2004 07:55PM

"I've travelled the world twice over,
Met the famous: saints and sinners,
Poets and artists, kings and queens,
Old stars and hopeful beginners.
I've been where no-one's been before,
Learned secrets from writers and cooks,
All with one library ticket
To the wonderful world of books."
--Janice James

Re: possibly a book dedication
Posted by: Pam Adams (
Date: February 02, 2004 09:57PM

And on that line of thinking-

There is no frigate like a book
by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!


Re: possibly a book dedication
Posted by: ilza (
Date: February 03, 2004 07:37AM

A nook and a book
by William Freeland ( 1828 - 1903 )

Give me a nook and a book,
And let the proud world spin round;
Let it scramble by hook or by crook
For wealth or a name with a sound.

You are welcome to amble your ways,
Aspirers to place or to glory;
May big bells jangle your praise,
And golden pens blazon your story!

For me, let me dwell in my nook,
Here by the curve of this brook,
That croons to the tune of my book,
Whose melody wafts me forever
On the waves of an unseen river.

Give me a book and a nook
Far away from the glitter and strife;
Give me a staff and a crook,
The calm and the sweetness of life;
Let me pause - let me brood as I list,
On the marvels of heaven's own spinning
- Sunlight and moonlight and mist,
Glorious without slaying or sinning.

Vain world, let me reign in my nook,
King of this kingdom, my book,
A region by fashion forsook;
Pass on, ye lean gamblers for glory,
Nor mar the sweet tune of my story!


Open This Door of All Doors
A poem written by Kim Stafford for Woodstock Branch Library

This is the mansion of many rooms, and it sleeps.
This is the grove of many precious lives, and it waits
for your hand on the door, your wish opening a book.

This is the place to remember what happened
before you were born. Unfold the bud your lightest
touch at the lit screen. Unfurl the leaf an idea waking.

Uncover the flower this dream with helpers at every turn,
where your reading measures all: art and alphabet, fact
and photograph, number, symbol, story, tune. Our treasures.

Down the aisle you softly tread, where a book will beckon,
you open, and in your hand trembles all you want to be.
Remember? The small thing gives meaning to the great.

You have the power to open centuries that trees hold
silent in their rings. This palace of the possible needs you,
Your hand on the door. Enchant this place awake.

Re: possibly a book dedication
Posted by: Linda (
Date: February 03, 2004 06:39PM

Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough,
A flask of wine, a book of verse - and thou.

Omar Khayyam, Fitzgerald, trans.

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