Burning Holy Books
Meir Wieseltier
1986
Holy books, said my friend, angry,
there’s no such thing. Books,
books: let them talk
to us about books.
It was a hot night.
At noon light rips
through the room, and everything’s clear:
over the holy we’ll put a transparent
grid. From now on we’ll examine it
with a critical eye, we’ll see
the holy, crisscrossed through bars:
iron or a…
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