DAILY FLIRTATIONS

An Afternoon in the Stacks

5/6/2015

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Closing the book, I find I have left my head
inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open
their  beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound,
words adjusting themselves to their meaning.
Long passages open at successive pages. An echo,
Continuous from the title onward, hums
behind me. From in here the world looms,
a jungle redeemed by these linked sentences
carved out when an author traveled and a reader
kept the way open. When this book ends
I will pull it inside-out like a sock
and throw it back in the library. But the rumor
of it will haunt all that follows in my life.
A candle flame in Tibet leans when I move.

William Stafford

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