Library Retreat (and a Poem for Pondering)

You’re on your own for today and tomorrow, peoples. I’m at an all day retreat today and tomorrow, scheming and plotting libraryly things for the coming year. (Fun times.)

Interestingly, I’m up in Presque Isle, Maine, a part of the state I’ve never been to before. So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.

So to keep you all pacified until I return to the interwebs Monday, here’s a poem that’s been on my mind in the last few days. Think of it what you will.

Choose Something Like a Star (by Robert Frost)

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud—
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says, ‘I burn.’
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

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