Cluttered pretensions stack this shelf
Dust-decked and yellowed and edges torn
Display these books now but no longer read any
Times clinging odour makes the paper worn.
And there is vanity in the scholars eye
When pleasing his own habits to see
Champions literature in veneration
But relates none of it to you and me.
But if better art that austere oblivion
Existed outside these fortress walls
I'd wax ecstatic about books and poems
In pubs and bars with drinking fools.
Criticisms wanted, for this and my earlier poem if you'd be so kind. Thank you.
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This poem is smiple wonderful to read. It there short but still has a dream like flow to it. I love the description and detials here! My favorite lines were:
And there is vanity in the scholars eye
When pleasing his own habits to see
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