Sometimes you like it so much, you even want to write it on your skin, perpetuate in the form of a tattoo: Our new feature is about poems. The dreamy, often tiny, lyrical texts, which are more topical then ever. In a world of micro-blogging, time pressure and inattentiveness – due to having too many tabs open simultaneously – poems and poetry are more popular from the day one – because they are able to express often difficult things with a few words. Let me share with you this beautiful poem about love from Margery Williams’s “The Velveteen Rabbit”, which is a children’s book from 1992:

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse.
“It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real, you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

(The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams, 1992)

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