I “misplaced” a stack of poetry books in the process of sorting through and straightening out some others, yesterday or the day before. This does happen periodically.
This time, among the poetry books that went walkies was Sadder than Water: New and Selected Poems, by Samīḥ Qāsim. When I did not find it within the first five minutes, I logged onto B&N and ordered a replacement copy.
When I find the first copy, I think I’ll take it to the bank and add it to the safe deposit box. I would not ever want to be without a copy.
I think this means that I like his poetry. A lot.
This also remind me that I must at some point, again, make a book of my poetry, so that not all of it disappears forever, totally, at my death.