Time Passed to Time Present
Four Quartets is a slender book which
can be read with intensity in its entirety
forty-two years ago on a gray autumn
afternoon alone in a leather chair
on the library's almost empty sixth floor
at a third tier public university in Texas.
can be read with intensity in its entirety
forty-two years ago on a gray autumn
afternoon alone in a leather chair
on the library's almost empty sixth floor
at a third tier public university in Texas.
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Author's Note
Some literary encounters can be remembered very completely.
Other stories by Gary Hardaway
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Nice! Haha.
Nice!
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Reminds me of a time I paid a visit to a library at Stanford. I was all alone. What luxury!*
Oh yes. Good one.
Ah the leather chair... Where is it now? Nice.
Such a great title for this poem. Perfect!
A unique take on perception and memory. Reminds me of Zach Schomburg.
Some books and some kisses are like that. Love the title!
Okay. Got it! Wonderful.