If you’re a reader who has roamed far and wide in the pages of a book, you’ll appreciate this poem by Emily Dickinson.
by Emily Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
I’m not normally a reader of Dickinson, but this one caught my attention, because in a few short lines, she offers an apt description of the experience of reading (and in the case of fantasy, you’ll not only journey the known worlds, but also realms never before imagined). In addition, she captures a significant aspect of writing–as writers craft words, we’re fashioning “a chariot that bears a human soul!”