Books Poem by Eleanor Farjeon
Books
What worlds of wonder are our books!
As one opens them and looks,
New ideas and people rise
In our fancies and our eyes.
The room we sit in melts away,
And we find ourselves at play
With some one who, before the end,
May become our chosen friend.
Or we sail along the page
To some other land or age.
Here's our body in the chair,
But our mind is over there.
Each book is a magic box
Which with a touch a child unlocks.
In between their outside covers
Books hold all things for their lovers.
I have only read this poem of Eleanor farjeon but he has explained about book very good. And I have see there was a question bellow that why the poet has compared book as magic box. I want to answer. This is because book cast a magic spell on the child when he or she opens it and gathers rich information about the outside world. With a touch, a child unlocks the treature of books.😊
Perfectly portrayed. Puts me in mind of, how as a little child, I'd lose myself in books for hours. Myy mother had to make me go outdoors for some sunshine. I'd take a book with me.
heres our body in the chair but our mind is over their why is there distsance between the mind and boy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/9/2024 7:10:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Plz answer thi question
We imagine the book story in our mind