His books are ghosts of poets lost
the aged librarian is not alone
at night when moonlight kisses frost
on papers, words grow blood and bone
of authors that he knows by heart.
At night Will Shakespeare’s voice accost,
and sonnet corridors with art.
Os Sonetos De Shakespeare © by Jorge Martins
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February 13, 2016
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‘ghosts of poets lost’ certainly come alive in your poem as does the absorption of a passionate reader.
This is superb. I love your aged librarian and all that you do with him. This makes my effort seem puny and contrived. I need to go back and rethink.
Beautiful! : )
I too am a fan of the aged night librarian!
Love this series… and words growing blood and bone is just fantastic!
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Nice sound to this poem and a good image selection to go with it.
A splendid addition to The Librarian series.
Lovely verses on this on-going series Bjorn. This is my favorite part:
words grow blood and bone
of authors that he knows by heart.
‘when moonlight kisses frost on papers’ I love this crisp, cold imagery.
I so love the aged librarian! He is straight out of Mervyn Peake’s Gormenghast! I love that he ‘is not alone / at night when moonlight kisses frost / on papers’. That image of words growing blood and bone is chilling – and you’ve made a verb out of ‘sonnet’! .
at night when moonlight kisses frost
on papers, words grow blood and bone
of authors that he knows by heart.
Such gorgeous phrasing here, Bjorn 😀
Nice adjunct to your ongoing series–there seems to be no end to it; cool. Like Kim, I love /moonlight kisses frost/–only one of several great lines.
The aged librarian comes alive, thanks to you!
…words grow blood and bone….
LOVE these librarian posts, Bjorn. And the etching, drawing, is fabulous with the post!
I love the librarian. Librarians are so special and so wise, they are custodians of such special treasures. You bring him alive so well. I like that the words grow blood and bone.
The first line…yes! Makes me want to think on this awhile…lost books, poets, words…:)
Wonderful poem … so many excellent images especially words grow blood and bone
Lovely quadrille.
the librarian certainly has a lot of tales…I remember Victor Hugo visiting me in a dream.
oh this is so so so good. your lines are all so exquisite.
He obviously ‘sleeps with them in his heart’ Just shows te dedication of one married to the job!
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Books are ghosts of the ones who wrote them. Love that idea!
Hope the charm of books never ends
Wonderful write about your aged librarian and the friendly “ghosts of poets lost” 🙂
this is great, Björn 🙂 ghosts of writers and poets
Sonnet corridors with art – this sounds so wonderful and magic…
Love this. Echoes from books of old ghosts. Lucky old librarian.
i cannot express how much i love this…you have brilliantly captured us word hoarders and bookworms. i feel i am much like that librarian!
An interesting alternate reality you speak of. Very imaginative and intriguing. ❤
Oh I love the idea of the books bringing their poets alive at night.
Love this! I once thought I’d like to be a librarian, but I suspect it would be too quiet for me.
Beautiful.
when moonlight kisses frost
on papers, words grow blood and bone
of authors that he knows by heart.
So visual. I don’t have to use much imagination to divine the librarians love affair with words. Much like a poets.