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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351291" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tomes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a section in my library for death<br>and another for Irish history,<br>a few shelves for the poetry of China and Japan,<br>and in the center a row of imperturbable reference books,<br>the ones you can turn to anytime,<br>when the night is going wrong<br>or when the day is full of empty promise.<br> <br>I have nothing against<br>the thin monograph, the odd query,<br>a note on the identity of Chekhov's dentist,<br>but what I prefer on days like these<br>is to get up from the couch,<br>pull down The History of the World,<br>and hold in my hands a book<br>containing nearly everything<br>and weighing no more than a sack of potatoes,<br>eleven pounds, I discovered one day when I placed it<br>on the black, iron scale<br>my mother used to keep in her kitchen,<br>the device on which she would place<br>a certain amount of flour,<br>a certain amount of fish.<br> <br>Open flat on my lap<br>under a halo of lamplight,<br>a book like this always has a way<br>of soothing the nerves,<br>quieting the riotous surf of information<br>that foams around my waist<br>even though it never mentions<br>the silent labors of the poor,<br>the daydreams of grocers and tailors,<br>or the faces of men and women alone in single rooms-<br> <br>even though it never mentions my mother,<br>now that I think of her again,<br>who only last year rolled off the edge of the earth<br>in her electric bed,<br>in her smooth pink nightgown<br>the bones of her fingers interlocked,<br>her sunken eyes staring upward<br>beyond all knowledge,<br>beyond the tiny figures of history,<br>some in uniform, some not,<br>marching onto the pages of this incredibly heavy book.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</a><div class=q>
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