time
foraging through this book,
the tome
of Lowell,
his life and times.
his convoluted mind,
his brilliant
lights, a confessional,
of course
laid out in
poetic lines.
i nibble the pages,
take
small bites and move
on
to another that
pleases me.
i can't go from top
to bottom.
shelf to shelf.
i need to feed slowly
on what
this man is all about.
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