
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
Originally posted at The Four Seasons of Haiku February 2010.


My mother took me to the public library just off Battersea Park Road and enrolled me. I was thrilled. All those books, and I was allowed to borrow whichever I wanted! And I remember some of the first books I borrowed and fell in love with: the Moomin books by Tove Jansson; a French novel for children called A Hundred Million Francs; why did I like that? Why did I read it over and over again, and borrow it many times? I don’t know. But what a gift to give a child, this chance to discover that you can love a book and the characters in it, you can become their friend and share their adventures in your own imagination.I urge you to support your own local public library, wherever you are in the world. Use the library often--afterall, it's a prime example of your tax money at work for the COMMON GOOD.
And the secrecy of it! The blessed privacy! No-one else can get in the way, no-one else can invade it, no-one else even knows what’s going on in that wonderful space that opens up between the reader and the book. That open democratic space full of thrills, full of excitement and fear, full of astonishment, where your own emotions and ideas are given back to you clarified, magnified, purified, valued. You’re a citizen of that great democratic space that opens up between you and the book. And the body that gave it to you is the public library. Can I possibly convey the magnitude of that gift?
HyacinthHead from here over to Dori Reads for the Round-Up this week.
There is no certainty--
much is contingent on
the caprice of sun
and showers.
Yet, within its crinkling
purple paperthin skin
the heart of the bulb
aligns itself.
With a persistent push
heavenly green rewards
whatever gods exist
in the firmament.
Then, with a jubilation
of pink, an acclamation
of fragrance--hosanna,
hosanna, hosanna--
Spring!
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
