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You might still find him, a hermit hiding, in the philosophy section, sipping syllables and tea. He’s brimming with answers but lacks the matching questions. But if you ask him […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Illiteracy
The library has borders, books are fenced defence, defiance and his shelter. Sentences are bulwark, sentinels against the ignorance of those not yet enlightened. He believes in castles swords protecting […]
Everything and nothing
He knows by heart of apex moments, battles and the cusps of past, not from life or death but from the pinnacles of books and voices only he have glimpsed. […]
A keeper of the past
In spring the aged librarian sees in books the bloom; that from the words a growth of pansies and peonies, of columbine and blue forget-me-nots, and there are daisies, daffodils […]
Shadows in the library
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
