I have no time for nothing

not even good grammar.

I did stumble upon the poetry room at the university library today. Behind these glass doors that were surprisingly unlocked down a hallway behind some shelving... there it was. It was georgous. Buttery leather chairs scattered around a room where every wall was lined with books of poetry. They had everyone. I meandered around the stacks for an hour before selecting one of the twenty(!!!) volumes of Denise Levertov. I think I'll be hiding away there any time I need a breather. I doubt there's ever that may people there.

1 comment:

ily said...

oh knitting, i remember you... whenever i pick up my needles again, i hope i remember how to knit :-/
i like that hoodie :D


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