Thursday, November 6th

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Yesterday I discovered the third floor of my university’s library: the floor with all the archives and the books that haven’t been checked out since before I was born. So naturally, I went roaming down each aisle, finding the massive collections of magazines that spanned shelves and shelves while also discovering the old withered books that likely contain the secret to life.

I sat down and found a book titled The Many Worlds of Poetry by Jacob Drachler, a coverless book filled with some of the greatest poems and to what world each of them takes us. Here’s one of the recent poems I’ve read from this little red book with yellowed pages:

Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Just a thought for a Thursday: spend a rainy day in the library and check out some books you’ve never heard of. You’ll feel like you’ve discovered something reserved for treasure hunters.

PS- if any of you need me, I’ll be in the rose garden reading.

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