He was a Cambridge professor,
a man who stood before thought
as a reader before a book-case
gravely selecting the right volume.
Now thoughts are wisps of smoke
ashen as the library at Alexandria.
Today he gropes along the shelf
and can’t remember what a book is for.

Maggie Butt

If you've any comments about this poem, Maggie Butt would be pleased to hear them.

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