Thursday, June 27, 2013

In the Library...

Edouard John Mentha - Maid Reading in a Library

In the Library
by William Stafford

You are reading a book, and think you know
the end, but others can't wait -- they crowd
on the shelves, breathing.  You stop and look around.
It is the best time:  evening is coming,
a bronze haze has captured the sun,
lights down the street come on.

You turn a page carefully.  Over your shoulder
another day has watched what you do
and written it down in that book
you can't read till all the pages are done.


  1. I like that poem! Sort of how I feel when I am finishing a painting and looking forward to what the next canvas holds.

  2. Picture and perfect.