December 9, 2012

Nerdy Quote of the Week

I wasn't feeling well yesterday and found myself reading Emily Dickinson in the bath for comfort. When I came to this poem, I knew I had found my quote of the week, even though it is a poem and not really a quote. Sadly, this edition removes Dickinson's original dashes and other interesting punctuation.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think.

His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.

His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty,
And Sophocles a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts,centuries before,

He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true:
He lived where dreams were born.

His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so.

Emily Dickinson

What can I possibly say to follow that up?

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