Poem - "The Reader"

I don't read a lot of poetry, but occasionally a poem grabs me. I liked this one, found in the Book Club of Washington email newsletter. Enjoy...

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The Reader

by Robert Bringhurst

Who reads her while she reads? Her eyes slide
under the paper, into another world
while all we hear of it
or see is the slow surf of turning pages.

Her mother might not recognize her,
soaked to the skin as she is in her own shadow.
How could you then? You with your watch and tongue
still running, tell me how much does...