Day 279 – Children’s Room

Children's Room

Day 279

Children Selecting Books In A Library by Randall Jarrell

With beasts and gods, above, the wall is bright.
The child’s head, bent to the book-colored shelves,
Is slow and sidelong and food-gathering,
Moving in blind grace … yet from the mural, Care
The grey-eyed one, fishing the morning mist,
Seizes the baby hero by the hair
And whispers, in the tongue of gods and children,
Words of a doom as ecumenical as dawn
But blanched like dawn, with dew.
The children’s cries
Are to men the cries of crickets, dense with warmth
— But dip a finger into Fafnir, taste it,
And all their words are plain as chance and pain.
Their tales are full of sorcerers and ogres
Because their lives are: the capricious infinite
That, like parents, no one has yet escaped
Except by luck or magic; and since strength
And wit are useless, be kind or stupid, wait
Some power’s gratitude, the tide of things.
Read meanwhile … hunt among the shelves, as dogs do, grasses,
And find one cure for Everychild’s diseases
Beginning: Once upon a time there was
A wolf that fed, a mouse that warned, a bear that rode
A boy. Us men, alas! wolves, mice, bears bore.
And yet wolves, mice, bears, children, gods and men
In slow preambulation up and down the shelves
Of the universe are seeking … who knows except themselves?
What some escape to, some escape: if we find Swann’s
Way better than our own, an trudge on at the back
Of the north wind to — to — somewhere east
Of the sun, west of the moon, it is because we live
By trading another’s sorrow for our own; another’s
Impossibilities, still unbelieved in, for our own …
“I am myself still?” For a little while, forget:
The world’s selves cure that short disease, myself,
And we see bending to us, dewy-eyed, the great
CHANGE, dear to all things not to themselves endeared.
Four days worth of posts coming in tonight.  I am afraid that this is the only one that I am going to do any writing on.  It was a struggle to get even a modicum of desire to get these shot and even more of a struggle to get them posted at all.  I don’t know what is wrong with me because normally I am quite anxious to see what I have shot enlarged on my monitor, to do my edits and to get them uploaded as well as reading everyone’s posts and looking over photographic offerings.  Oh well, this too shall pass….

8 thoughts on “Day 279 – Children’s Room

  1. Oh dear, here’s a few more smiles for you, sounds like you need them.
    🙂 😀 🙂
    We’ve got sunshine forcast for today, I hope you have too, it usually helps.

    • I just seem to have the ‘blues’ right now. I know we all go through them at times and it just seems to be my turn right now. And on top of it all, I have the worst chest/sinus cold/flu right now. It is 63 degrees outside right now and I am too sick to get out and enjoy it, doggone-it!!!

  2. I love the way you treated the photo, so that it looks like our childhood caught in amber. What on earth could possibly fit better with Jarrell’s tender, challenging poem? Nothing I can imagine. Beautiful, my love.

    • I love the Children’s Room, Kathryn and had considered making a try for the Children’s Librarian position when our current one retires in the next year or two, but alas, while I love the room and the books, I have no love for dealing with what comes with it – the children.

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