There is no frigate like a book by Emily Dickinson
I’m currently reading Gone with the Wind, which I haven’t read since I was in seventh grade (fifteen years ago!). I’ve always listed it as one of my top five favorite books, and I think I’m getting so much more out of reading it this time than when I was twelve years old! This is what happened when I reread Jane Eyre after a lapse of about ten years. Anyway, suffice it to say that I’m really enjoying GWTW. I thought this poem was appropriate in light of rediscovering an old friend.
There is no frigate like a book
By Emily Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
