11.02.09
Poetry Lovers
Bob and Florence are poetry lovers from the fifties who dwell in the pages of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Sonnets and Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnets from the Portuguese. Inheriting these antique books via book rummage was merriment enough, but discovering that both passed through the hands of the same poetry lovers was sentimentally touching.
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Noticing that both books were bequeathed to Florence in August of 1951, I composed this pruned pruning poem for them:
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sopraninigabi said,
November 2, 2009 at 8:01 am
Oh WOW!! :) *sniff* This made the hair stand on the back of my neck… in a good way, not in the horror movie way :)
This is amazing, Meewa. I read somewhere that books find their way to their perfect owners. There is a lot of comfort in that thought, and in knowing that in this small yet very meaningful way, we can touch other lives through our book collections :)
mm said,
November 2, 2009 at 10:10 am
I love the poem you wrote..
Tell me something though. Why did Bob write “August 32nd, 1951″ instead of “September 1st”?
elaine said,
November 3, 2009 at 4:25 pm
these are great treasures indeed. i love historical stuffs.
Miracle ♪♫ said,
November 4, 2009 at 6:44 am
To Gabi:
You can imagine how I felt after reading the inscriptions, Gabi!
What a very nice thought… it justifies the little guilty feeling in book hoarding. hihihi ^_^
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To Mr. Muyco:
Thank you for appreciating the small poem, Sir. It just appeared instantly in my mind after discovering these. =)
Concerning the date, what seems to be a “2″ is actually an “R”.
It’s really August 3rd, 1951
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To Elaine:
…and to think that these two poets were very significant to me in my late teens! I love old things too, Elaine - especially when they have meaning. =)