A poem about a computer

I just came across this poem about a Mac (it had to be a Mac) but it could apply to a PC too. Anyone who blogs, surfs the Internet or is otherwise hopelessly addicted to computers will be able to identify with this poem. We can’t do without our computers. Trust a poet to articulate our feelings perfectly. The ending is beautiful.

The poet: Gary Snyder. (For more about the Pulitzer-winning American poet, see Wikipedia, Modern American Poetry and Blue Neon Alley

The poem: Why I Take Good Care of My Macintosh

Because it broods under its hood like a perched falcon,   
Because it jumps like a skittish horse   
and sometimes throw me   
Because it is poky when cold   
Because plastic is a sad, strong material   
that is charming to rodents   
Because it is flighty   
Because my mind flies into it through my fingers   
Because it leaps forward and backward,   
is an endless sniffer and searcher,   
Because its keys click like hail on a boulder   
And it winks when it goes out,

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