Get To Work!!!
The End Of The Library by Weldon Kees
When the coal
Gave out, we began
Burning the books, one by one;
First the set
And then the Walter Scott.
They gave a lot of warmth.
Toward the end, in
Consumed the Greek
Tragedians and Baudelaire,
Proust, Robert Burton
And the Po-Chu-i. Ice
Thickened on the sills.
More for the sake of the cat,
We said, than for ourselves,
Who huddled, shivering,
Against the stove
All winter long.
Interesting poem find at a time when libraries in Florida are banning the trilogy “Fifty Shades of Grey.”
The Dandelion by Vachel Lindsay
O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
I like to see you bring a troop
To beat the blue-grass spears,
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be
Like fate’s triumphant shears,
Your yellow heads are cut away,
It seems your reign is o’er.
By noon you raise a sea of stars
More golden than before.
I am finally getting around to posting the photos I have taken for the past ten days, and to be honest, I have been dreading it! I have several books I am reading at the moment and they are calling to me even now. And so I will be posting the next 8 or 9 photos with just a poem so I can get back on track. sigh…. So many books and so little time!
I was Looking a Long While by Walt Whitman
I was looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for myself, and for these
chants—and now I have found it;
It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither accept nor reject;)
It is no more in the legends than in all else;
It is in the present—it is this earth to-day;
It is in Democracy—(the purport and aim of all the past;)
It is the life of one man or one woman to-day—the average man of to-day;
It is in languages, social customs, literatures, arts;
It is in the broad show of artificial things, ships, machinery, politics, creeds, modern
improvements, and the interchange of nations,
All for the average man of to-day.
S.C.O.T.C.H. T.A.P.E. =(
Day 15 finds me screaming silently in my head, “SCOTCH TAPE, HOW DO I HATE THEE? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS!”
Scotch Tape. The bane to all book repairers the world over. And this particular copy of 10 Little Rubber Ducks has approximately 40 pieces of scotch tape that must be painstakingly removed with a sanded and dulled razor blade and is taking me FOREVER!
I hate you, Scotch Tape!!!!