The First Book

Go ahead, it won’t bite.
Well…maybe a little.

More a nip, like.
A tingle. it’s pleasurable, really.

You see, it keeps on opening.
You may fall in.

Sure, it’s hard to get started;
remember learning to use

knife and fork? Dig in:
you’ll never reach bottom.

It’s not like it’s the end of the world-
just the world as you think

you know it.

The First Book
by Rita Dove, Poet Laureate of the United States 1993-1995

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