Library at Night

The pleasures of youth
sit back to back.
In a library of quiet.

Leafing through a worn-down Hamlet,
The faceless ones 
that return there nightly

in visitation. 
Sifting through the works unseen.
Their use of eyes are buried, gone.

The white haired twins,
their trapped annoyance.
They always miss the last bus home.

Β© Eve Redwater 2012

Hello everyone, just a quick update. Sorry this one took so long to post, I’ve been having a lot of trouble with my University funding recently, and it’s been a bit touch and go. For now, things seem indefinitely okay, so it’s just fingers crossed from now on. I’m a little out of practice writing, and I’m slowly working my way through responding to comments, so I’ll do my best to catch up this week. Thank you for all your support and comments! Eve x


27 thoughts on “Library at Night

  1. Hello Eve,

    I intended visiting you before but time evaporates somehow!

    This just called me to comment as my daughter was only telling me the other day how, when she was doing her finals for her degree, the “places” in the library, and by that she meant cubicles where you could set up your stall and “move in”, were so hard to get that she got up half way through the night, went to the library to “reserve” her place for the next day. Some students apparently stay all night and more or less camp there. I think your poem captured this brilliantly!


    • Hello Christine, thank you for leaving me this message!

      It’s true! Though I’ve never done so myself. They even built a new building at my University to cater for people with such tendencies. It never closes and even has a shower! That being said, I think I’ll stick to our library, however ominous it gets at night!


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