Rishma Dunlop’s Reading Like a Girl (2004)
When I first read this poetry collection in 2011, I marked completely different passages.
Then, I was struck by Lector in Fabula: “I am reading in a school of dreams, / a lost girl in a night’s tale, wandering through / a jardin d’essais, underfoot, the crunch of pale / green lichen on the forest floor.”
Now, I scribble down these lines from the same poem: “Tonight, I’ll turn the pages of the book again / my hands inside the spine, reading the places / where memory doesn’t work.”
Then, I marked some verses which I read through quickly now. Now, I copy lines from “Saccade”: “Everything stories you. You take Rilke at his word. / Take it everywhere. Wonderland signs.”
And, so, I know that I can reread this one many more times, marvelling at different parts of each journey.