I've been gone some time
but it smells the same
one library like another
dusty
dusty paper
paper and ink
quietly
quietly rotting
rotting minds
already going bad
when we were children playing
before the invention
of microfiche
dusty lenses burning
as we tried to read
without newsprint stained
fingers smudging white pants
fingers smudging white pants
with dry ink
and sweaty
palms
It’s been a long time
but it smells the same
one library like another
sweating
quietly rotting
without air circulation
in the stacks and stacks
we needed before
microchips took
the smell
away.
Posted for Marion's Sharkey's Day and Open Link Monday at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Re-posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry #189.
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast
I love this for 2 reasons: your use of repetition and the pitying yet loving way you describe libraries.
ReplyDeletebefore microfiche! kids these days.
ReplyDeletelove this, Susan... like an incantation. it would be fun to hear with that fiddle in the background.
the sound of a turning page, the scent of books.. this made me very nostalgic...
ReplyDeleteI remember when we looked up books on index cards in little tin boxes.......
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the library smell. So true they all do smell the same. No more card catalogues....only catalogues on computer now. Times do change, but the smell not so much.
ReplyDeleteand now it is the ereader...
ReplyDeletei love the smell of books...i dont want to see their demise...
the libraries or the books....
I guess sometimes its better to clear of dust
ReplyDeleteNostalgic...I remember very much those catalogs...my mom was a bibliograph in a huge library...sad to look in the future with no real books...
ReplyDeleteI still love the smell of old paper --this makes me nostalgic as well!
ReplyDeleteThe nostalgia for the library... how wonderfully expressed. And it is true that a place inhabited by books has a distinctive and unique smell.
ReplyDeleteMay it never end... despite the rise of e-books.
-HA
Long live libraries! Written with love and a bit of nostalgia for the old stacks! How well I remember sitting on the floor of the library and opening all the books I could reach - just for a wiff and the promise of secrets unfolding!
ReplyDeleteI love the smell of new books and I agree that libraries smell the same, wherever they are.
ReplyDeletelove this nostalgic view....
ReplyDeleteFather Time could be so harsh but the way we achieve the impossibles is harsher. I still appreciate the ghost of every dead writers left on page after page of every book they wrote than the horror of innovations we people brought to life. Scary how everyone, everything is changing---I'm afraid, my fragility as human is stronger than my desire to stay the same.
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