My Liberal Arts Education

I did like those chairs, and the soft
September light, rectangled on
The floors. I liked the silence
And the books. I liked the tasks.
I learned a lot, and grizzled men,
More feisty than I thought they'd
Be, would, one on one, in musty-
Smelling little rooms, let on that
They saw something in me. Still,
Each winter, I would go. Discouraged?
Maybe. Maybe disillusioned,
Having found that learning, even
There, was nothing much.
A scholar must become, himself,
The subject to succeed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-20 at 13:01

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