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Poetry Friday: In the Library by Charles Simic

May 26th, 2017 (06:00 am)
Current Song: When It All Falls Apart by The Veronicas

There's a book called
"A Dictionary of Angels."
No one has opened it in fifty years,
I know, because when I did,
The covers creaked, the pages
Crumbled. There I discovered

The angels were once as plentiful
As species of flies.
The sky at dusk
Used to be thick with them.
You had to wave both arms
Just to keep them away.

Now the sun is shining
Through the tall windows.
The library is a quiet place.
Angels and gods huddled
In dark unopened books.
The great secret lies
On some shelf Miss Jones
Passes every day on her rounds.

She's very tall, so she keeps
Her head tipped as if listening.
The books are whispering.
I hear nothing, but she does.

- In the Library by Charles Simic

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Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: May 27th, 2017 08:00 pm (UTC)

I like the idea of angels hiding in books.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: May 27th, 2017 08:06 pm (UTC)
Re: angels

It makes me think of Baruch and Balthamos in His Dark Materials - The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman.

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: May 28th, 2017 11:54 am (UTC)

The power of books, the power of words. We must listen. We must ALL listen!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: May 28th, 2017 02:15 pm (UTC)


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