ON THE KLONDIKE VERGING
A twisting verdigris; the sudden impetus
thwarted exit. The old veneer itself
was now sodden - air and moisture
having done their work. A joy in
the making, the expunged designs
of old webs and patterns were yet
barely to be seen. We entered that
library singing, and glad to be alive.
-
Floor to ceiling, patterned books, arcades
of shelving and storage bins. Higher than
hope, the eye ran. Along that fresco'd ceiling,
what charmed us most was the distant day:
markings of the past being reflected
in today's fair heap.
A twisting verdigris; the sudden impetus
thwarted exit. The old veneer itself
was now sodden - air and moisture
having done their work. A joy in
the making, the expunged designs
of old webs and patterns were yet
barely to be seen. We entered that
library singing, and glad to be alive.
-
Floor to ceiling, patterned books, arcades
of shelving and storage bins. Higher than
hope, the eye ran. Along that fresco'd ceiling,
what charmed us most was the distant day:
markings of the past being reflected
in today's fair heap.
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