Late Reading Poem by Daniel Brick

Late Reading

Rating: 4.8


The print is getting smaller
for each book I try to read.
I squeeze my sight to sharpen
those ever smaller letters, which
recede from my once immediate grasp.
What might I be missing?
Are there secrets being revealed
that to my eyes are just a jumble
of opaque letters? Are there new
patterns of writing that communicate
between the lines that are just
a horizontal blur to me? Could people,
incipient lovers all, have found fresh
emotions, once lodged deep in the heart,
now displayed openly in a print
that will not reach my hungry heart
because my sight is empty? How can I swell
my gaze to encompass such new wonders?
Or is this simply another betrayal
of time against the aging mind, still agile
enough to sustain desire but weakening
every moment its grasp of fleeting things?

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 18 September 2016

Congrats on poem of the day, Daniel! This is simply wonderful and I am going to add it to my favorites list.

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Valsa George 19 October 2015

Again you are dwelling upon the hazards of growing old........ 'Grow old along with me the best is yet to come'.............. let us believe in this and open our inner eyes to behold the mysteries, the books cannot hold! I discern your pain on not able to enjoy the companionship of your closest buddies. I know books have been a treasured wealth for you and that you cannot live without them!

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Souren Mondal 15 October 2015

In one way or other we are all old and young at the same time.. It's not the eyesight but our 'vision' that makes us who we are... I remember reading a poem by Jibananda Das called Bodh (Conscience and/or Realisation) and it had these amazing lines that read Sokol loker majhe / Nijer mudradoshe ami hotechi ekla, which can be roughly translated as Amdist this ocean of people / Courtesy my own features am I turning lonely? (i'm not all that good at translating) .. This poem reminded me of that - - it's just a kind of 'conscience' or 'realisation' that makes us who we are - - sometimes too old for our age, sometimes too young.. A brilliant and beautiful poem..

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Sandra Feldman 18 September 2016

No, it is not 'Time's betrayal against the aging mind' It is that now the mind sees better than the eye, What.was left behind. and maybe what is to come. Very interesting poem, very profoundly felt and a sincere cry of deep fears and feelings. A well merited Poem of the Day..

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Barry Middleton 18 September 2016

The mind sees better than the eye - I like that.

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Julia Luber 21 June 2019

Clever poem using some of the problems of eye-sight with aging for as well being blocks against understanding contemporary emotions and 'meaning's sui generis- very clever, intuitive, and intelligent. Reminds us that we sometimes feel and read with the heart and mind, and that what we see does not matter so much…..

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Piyush Dey 04 April 2019

Beautiful write i like it

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Bharati Nayak 14 April 2018

How can I swell my gaze to encompass such new wonders? Or is this simply another betrayal of time against the aging mind, still agile enough to sustain desire but weakening every moment its grasp of fleeting things? - - - Many wonders escape our eyes because we fail to grasp them.I can relate to this poem.

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Glen Kappy 06 September 2017

i smile in recognition at this one, daniel. not that i care much about them, but how about the vision-defying text on those small otc medicine bottles- yikes! after mt. st. helens blew, we had interesting sunsets for a while here in albuquerque. we knew, of course, what caused them, that these skies were temporary, false in a way. but still, why not enjoy them without conditions? isn't it cool to look out on a landscape and have impressionist vision? -glen

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Tom Allport 26 May 2017

a wonderful poem of struggling to see right even though the heart knows it? .............well penned.

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