It's been my luck to somehow find
another store that needs be mined
for sparkling mysteries sturdily spined
that musty whiff from every page
the singing soul of a somber sage
my booty of beauty from a bygone age.
***The very first poem I wrote to post on this blog almost 7 years ago is about a garage sale held at a local church twice a year where I have been blessed to find old books of poetry almost every time I go. This time it was Longfellow, the 1937 Yearbook of Poets, and another which shall be the subject of an upcoming a-z post. It seems this may be turning into a mission as I have found and saved many works of artistic worth that were passed over by hundreds of people scrabbling over modern paperback tripe like vultures on a putrid carcass. And the best part? The most I've ever paid is $5, this go around - .75¢ - YES seventy five cents, unbelieveable. I feel like a bit of a 'bookaneer' ;-)***
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...and there's no feeling like it!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, and the prose that follows. I
No measure
ReplyDeleteTo that for whcih 75 cents you can find and treasure
My spouse and I love garage sales and thrift stores. I tend to look at cookbooks and music. Got some great cassettes for 29 cents each, books for 50 cents to $2.00.
ReplyDeleteI love poetry and can't understand why it isn't valued more. But all the better for us! Score on that yearbook of poets!
ReplyDeleteI just discovered your site. Am a follower now. I've written poems for A to Z. Pop over if you get have a mind to.
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oh how wonderful--such finds and bargains
ReplyDeleteIt is nice to find these treasures, I've got quite a collection going now.
ReplyDeleteI buy all mine used. Great feeling to find a new writer and have a great, old book.
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