And a more gentle poem to finish the week:
Going to the Library by Jessy Randall In the library there are pathways you follow to find out what you want to know -- imagine -- somewhere in all these books or on the face of the computer or in parentheses at the back of a magazine, there is the perfect sentence, the answer to your question, the words all around you like the tornado in the Wizard of Oz never go home Dorothy -- Dorothy, never land -- language can be your bed, the beautiful wonder of all possible poems. |
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