When I was a child, bliss was curling up with a new book on Christmas Day. I have not put away childish things.
Apollinaire's Oeuvres Poétiques in bible paper (aka the Pléiade)
Guillevic, Etier (Poésie Gallimard): Seamus Heaney has done a version of this in his new book. I want to see what he's done with it.
William Carlos Williams, The Collected Poems, volume 1
Anne Carson, Nox (two copies! one for Paris, one for California?)
Derrida, by Benoît Peeters
Three Cups of Tea, about Greg Mortenson building schools in Asia, mostly finished during the long delay at the Salt Lake City /Katmandou airport last night. Good for landing at SFO in a rain-and-wind-storm after a Coke-less, pretzel-less flight due to the cabin crew being seat-buckled down. To revive my flagging faith in human nature.