The Libraries Didn't Burn
despite books kindled in electronic flames. The locket of bookish love still opens and shuts. But its words have migrated to a luminous elsewhere. Neither completely oral nor written — a somewhere in between. Then will oak, willow, birch, and olive poets return to their digital tribes — trees wander back to the forest?
Copyright © 2011 by Elaine Equi. Reprinted from Click and Clone with the permission of Coffee House Press.