Favorite Books
Throughout My Life
10: In
Search of Lost Time, 1913–27, by Marcel Proust (1871–1922)
Now this is
one I can’t forget—
I’ve very
nearly reached the end
Of my
account of this, the set
Of books
on which I do depend.
I don’t know
French, and so I had
To read
translation—still a feat
(I praise
myself? That’s kind of bad!)
That I would
like—yes!—to repeat.
It wasn’t
all that long ago*
That I
decided I should read
These books
that are so much aglow
With
genius—this is guaranteed.
I read them
very slowly, for
I didn’t
want to miss a thing.
And so I
sailed from comfort’s shore
With Proust,
a literary king.
I’ve read no
better books than these—
No, these
sit on the highest rung
Where blows
the very freshest breeze
That bears
the music hearts have sung.
*I read them between February 2 and March 29, 2006
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