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.
© 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
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Eve, such a haunting poem!
Thank you very much!
Lovely! I can almost feel like I’m sitting here with my own worn-down Hamlet..
Many thanks Sinead. 🙂
One time I my daughter and I spent the night at Harold Washington Library, the worlds largest, and it was very cool sleeping among the stacks. A little strange too.
That’s fantastic! What a wonderful experience that must have been. 😀
I think this is WONDERFUL! So aptly described.
Thank you very much Louise. Very kind of you to say!
That’s awesome!
P.S.
Love the new theme.
Thank you!
And thank you! 😀
I love libraries and old books.. I really enjoyed this poem today:)
Thank you very much. 🙂 I really do too!
I’ve been in that library, and believe I know the white haired twins! I loved this, Eve! Debra
Hi Debra, thank you for commenting. 🙂 It’d be a little scary if you did know them!
Nicely written, Eve.
Thanks James. 🙂
Lovely Eve, simply lovely 🙂
Many thanks for reading John!
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!
Christine
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!
Eve
Twins go with Shakespeare like ketchup on fries. I love their white-haired mystery, albino, bleached, or aged.
Thank you Kathy. 🙂 I’ve always thought twins carry this air of mystery about them!
Very well-written !
Thank you very much Sanah. 🙂
Fine tribute to the places where millions of words rest on shelves & tables…
Thank you Lindy!
Ah, those fun hours of dissertation madness.