So I've been reading War and Peace as long as I can remember. Actually it's only two months but that's a long time to be reading the same book. I WILL finish it. I've read a thousand pages and I only have three hundred left.
I don't know of any poems about that particular book, but Billy Collins' poem about Anna Karenina seems appropriate.
On Closing Anna Karenina
by Billy Collins
I must have started reading this monster
a decade before Tolstoy was born
but the vodka and the suicide are behind me now,
all the winter farms, ice-skating and horsemanship.
It consumed so many evenings and afternoons,
I thought a Russian official would appear
to slip a medal over my lowered head
when I reached the last page.
Here's the rest of it.
For the record, I liked Anna Karenina. I even like War and Peace, at least large chunks of it. It is just so endlessly long.
Here's today's Poetry Friday roundup, at Susan Writes.
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