Falling in Love with Lewis Carroll
That picture, on the back of a book.
I'll never forget.
I was thirteen —
he would have been 134.
I'll never forget
that he would have been 134,
born in the wrong year,
Time's plaything.
He would have been 134
with such a sensitive face.
Time's plaything,
I'd fallen for a dead man.
Such a sensitive face,
such gentle hands.
I'd fallen for a dead man.
That picture. On the back of a book.
Judith van Dijkhuizen
