Language’s granary.

Last night on the boat to town, my brother-in-law was reading us selections from Pablo Neruda’s Odes to Common Things, and I was struck by some lovely phrases from “Ode to the Dictionary.” He refers to it as “language’s granary” — what a wonderfully evocative description. And I loved the last line:

I am made of earth and my song is made of words.

It’s nice to be reminded of how good reading poetry is for the soul. And how good it is to be read to.

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