With all the technology today, does anyone ever just pick up a book anymore?

Sitting on the sofa, catching up with blog posts, I noticed 3 books on the shelf…..books I have recently unpacked…finally, yet haven’t paged through them for yonks…


so….I picked up Poems and Ballads — first series — by Swinburne.




I slowly, very carefully turned the pages, thick pages, soft to the touch. The little discolouration spots, the only tell-tale sign of age…….Astonished as I was, having owned this book for years, I just realised that some of the pages, rough cut, have not been cut through, so there are poems one cannot even read…..fascinating really.





I turn to the first page…..


this book is like 120 years old and still in good nick….if only we could be in such good nick at that age….. whoever put this one together, must have been in a hurry . ..but it all adds to the mystery surrounding who was responsible for this book?…..who did half a job?.

That question will never be answered…..but imagination can build a really good story about it all…

Picking up a book is way more than just reading a novel on the internet…the smell of the book, the feel of the page, the intensity that the words grabs you with, so much so that if it’s good it wont be put back on the shelf until the last page….72hrs at the most with me….. and a bonus –The battery doesn’t die right in the middle of the Best bit……

I turned to ‘A Lamentation’, but as the pages are uncut, I had to …gawd forbid, google the poem so we can all enjoy it….

A Lamentation –

Poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne

WHO hath known the ways of time
Or trodden behind his feet?
There is no such man among men.
For chance overcomes him, or crime
Changes; for all things sweet
In time wax bitter again.
Who shall give sorrow enough,
Or who the abundance of tears?
Mine eyes are heavy with love
And a sword gone thorough mine ears,
A sound like a sword and fire,
For pity, for great desire;
Who shall ensure me thereof,
Lest I die, being full of my fears?

Who hath known the ways and the wrath,
The sleepless spirit, the root
And blossom of evil will,
The divine device of a god?
Who shall behold it or hath?
The twice-tongued prophets are mute,
The many speakers are still;
No foot has travelled or trod,
No hand has meted, his path.
Manโ€™s fate is a blood-red fruit,
And the mighty gods have their fill
And relax not the rein, or the rod.

Ye were mighty in heart from of old,
Ye slew with the spear, and are slain.
Keen after heat is the cold,
Sore after summer is rain,
And melteth man to the bone.
As water he weareth away,
As a flower, as an hour in a day,
Fallen from laughter to moan.
But my spirit is shaken with fear
Lest an evil thing begin,
New-born, a spear for a spear,
And one for another sin.
Or ever our tears began,
It was known from of old and said;
One law for a living man,
And another law for the dead.
For these are fearful and sad,
Vain, and things without breath;
While he lives let a man be glad,
For none hath joy of his death.

Who hath known the pain, the old pain of earth,
Or all the travail of the sea,
The many ways and waves, the birth
Fruitless, the labour nothing worth?
Who hath known, who knoweth, O gods? not we.
There is none shall say he hath seen,
There is none he hath known.
Though he saith, Lo, a lord have I been,
I have reaped and sown;
I have seen the desire of mine eyes,
The beginning of love,
The season of kisses and sighs
And the end thereof.
I have known the ways of the sea,
All the perilous ways,
Strange winds have spoken with me,
And the tongues of strange days.
I have hewn the pine for ships;
Where steeds run arow,
I have seen from their bridled lips
Foam blown as the snow.
With snapping of chariot-poles
And with straining of oars
I have grazed in the race the goals,
In the storm the shores;
As a greave is cleft with an arrow
At the joint of the knee,
I have cleft through the sea-straits narrow
To the heart of the sea.
When air was smitten in sunder
I have watched on high
The ways of the stars and the thunder
In the night of the sky;
Where the dark brings forth light as a flower,
As from lips that dissever;
One abideth the space of an hour,
One endureth for ever.
Lo, what hath he seen or known,
Of the way and the wave
Unbeholden, unsailed-on, unsown,
From the breast to the grave?

Or ever the stars were made, or skies,
Grief was born, and the kinless night,
Mother of gods without form or name.
And light is born out of heaven and dies,
And one day knows not anotherโ€™s light,
But night is one, and her shape the same.

But dumb the goddesses underground
Wait, and we hear not on earth if their feet
Rise, and the night wax loud with their wings;
Dumb, without word or shadow of sound;
And sift in scales and winnow as wheat
Menโ€™s souls, and sorrow of manifold things.

Nor less of grief than ours
The gods wrought long ago
To bruise men one by one;
But with the incessant hours
Fresh grief and greener woe
Spring, as the sudden sun
Year after year makes flowers;
And these die down and grow,
And the next year lacks none.

As these men sleep, have slept
The old heroes in time fled,
No dream-divided sleep;
And holier eyes have wept
Than ours, when on her dead
Gods have seen Thetis weep,
With heavenly hair far-swept
Back, heavenly hands outspread
Round what she could not keep,

Could not one day withhold,
One night; and like as these
White ashes of no weight,
Held not his urn the cold
Ashes of Heracles?
For all things born one gate
Opens, no gate of gold;
Opens; and no man sees
Beyond the gods and fate.

Always Remember …..

Books are Precious, and once gone, never replaced…….


A students response to Swinburne…:

A Student Response to Swinburne


8 Comments Add yours

  1. You get to the heart of it. This is amazing. You have a way of holding one’s attention. Bra o!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Atgofion says:

      Thank you…I try and write on the spur of the moment instead of pondering on ‘what to write’ … Am pleased you enjoyed reading it..


      1. I enjoyed reading it. I encourage you to continue. You will touch many hearts.

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  2. Atgofion says:

    Appreciate you taking time to read my blogs and encourage me to continue..thank you.


  3. Reading books has helped me to cope up with my low phase of life,but now it has become a habit๐Ÿ˜ŠI make sure to read two pages a day….no matter what.Each book is different and changes my perspective once I complete it.Bravo beautiful writing ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ˜Š

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    1. Atgofion says:

      I love books too…..if it’s a really good one, It willl take me a day over the get to the last page…..

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      1. Thatโ€™s really nice ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  4. thebarefootsub says:

    “the smell of the book, the feel of the page, the intensity that the words grabs you with”

    Yes, yes and yes again. I love books!

    Liked by 1 person

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