Poem for Monday and <lj comm

Variation on the Word Sleep
By Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

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: Never Hit Bottom, for the dreams challenge. Sirius, and falling.

"The role of a librarian is to make sense of the world of information. If that's not a qualification for superhero-dom, what is?" asks librarian Nancy Pearl, who is now the first librarian I know of to be immortalized with an action figure! There's another quote on this page that I really love, by James Quinn: "Our whole American way of life is a great war of ideas, and librarians are the arms dealers selling weapons to both sides."

R.I.P. Warren Zevon. Found via , too amusing not to post:



You are one big mystery. One moment you're hugging trees, the other you're talking about a distant planet... You are sure you and Snape were connected with each other in some way in a previous life.
Why are YOU obsessed with Snape?