And another poem
Chance
by Molly Peacock
may favor obscure brainy aptitudes in you
and a love of the past so blind you would
venture, always securing permission,
into the back library stacks, without food
or water because you have a mission:
to find yourself, in the regulated light,
holding a volume in your hands as you
yourself might like to be held. Mostly your life
will be voices and images. Information. You
may go a long way alone, and travel much
to open a book to renew your touch.
And yeah, Sunday. 6-0 Pens! How wrong would it be to try to get my shifts scheduled around the finals?
by Molly Peacock
may favor obscure brainy aptitudes in you
and a love of the past so blind you would
venture, always securing permission,
into the back library stacks, without food
or water because you have a mission:
to find yourself, in the regulated light,
holding a volume in your hands as you
yourself might like to be held. Mostly your life
will be voices and images. Information. You
may go a long way alone, and travel much
to open a book to renew your touch.
And yeah, Sunday. 6-0 Pens! How wrong would it be to try to get my shifts scheduled around the finals?
posted by Momma Star at 9:42 AM
1 Comments:
Perusing through life's library looking for the perfect book.
This is a beautiful poem.
No it is the perfect poem!
I imagine that the reader herself is quite the Pulitzer prize. :)
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