Central Library, Manchester, U.K., by Robin Gosnall
"A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of shadows." ~Henry Ward Beecher
Like etchings carved upon stone
these words linger amongst the breathing
hidden within covers of leather and dust
an anthem of knowing inhabits the empty spaces
pressing through to the far reaches of the world
everytime there is a turning of the page.
Carrie,
ReplyDeleteReading your poem with respect and in silence, seemed to accord it the respect which comes from being in a library building.....I felt as though I was inside that building. A familiar sight in central Manchester!!!
Best Regards,
Eileen:)
Beauty, and most of all, long live the turning of pages!
ReplyDeletean anthem of knowing inhabits the empty spaces...
ReplyDeleteWow, what a lovely ode to the library.
I hope libraries never ever die...because a part of hujmanity will die with them.
ReplyDeletean anthem of knowing...cool turn of phrase that...so much in the spines of those books...sad when we forget them...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteCarrie- so very lovely and insightful
ReplyDeleteOh, I like 'an anthem of knowing inhabits the empty spaces.' This is really a well-thought-out poem!
ReplyDeleteVery good poem:-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, and blog.x
ReplyDelete"everytime there is a turning of the page." wow !!!
ReplyDeleteEvery word ... speaking the truth. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteHow true, Carrie, and beautifully expressed! Every time one flips through a book, the whole world opens up! Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautifully expressed, Carrie
ReplyDeleteThought upon thought
Questions in common
Justice defined
Dreams explored
It is these things that lead us to read, to write, and to share openly.
I love libraries