Sunday, January 04, 2009

Sunday Poetry: 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.

Molly Peacock

(In honor of GWPDA and with gratitude for her continuing generosity of spirit.)


Anonymous Anonymous said...

O! Mia.

How dear you are, to know such things.

5:47 PM  

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