In the stillness of the library at night
I just started reading Books and Libraries: Poems edited by Andrew D. Scrimgeour.
In the preface, the editor reflects briefly about personal and public libraries. I resonate with his experience in the university library where he was dean.
"... I loved being alone in the library at night after closing, especially in winter as the snow fell. The library in its serene stillness had the feel of a snug greenhouse - a place where words slumbered like seeds in their stiff covers, awaiting the warmth of our hands to awaken them and bring to flower the tales of novelists, the arguments of philosophers, and the diggings of historians."
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