I love the work of Lorca; when I discovered a copy of 'A Poet in New York' being effectively thrown out by a public library here in the UK I was moved to write this.


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I found you in the lost shelves of civilisation,
Between the sunless day and the moonless night,
Blackness was your beacon, pushed into a grave,
Marked by a frayed bookmark, little flag of truth.
I found you standing upright, proud from the rest,
Whispering your place in the history of love and hate,
And when I exhumed your body from the burial of books,
The light from the other side blinded me with hope.



Poetry by Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-06 at 01:59

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is great. What i wouldn't give to have my stuff thrown out by a public library. You would know you have made it then.
2016-10-12



Lorca is love Lorca is life. I just love his poetry. He is what every poet should aspire to be, modern yet traditional, popular yet difficult, outspoken yet personal
2016-10-07


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is outstanding, Chris.
2016-10-07



Beautifully composed. An excellent poem.
2016-10-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Before my town library , burnt down , due to the county council , could not be bothered to have it rewired. I used to so look forewould , to checking through the books. Found amaizing books that way. One time I foud a biogrphey of jack London. I lernt so much about London the writer , and a bout London , the man. They rebuilt the library , it will take a 100 years before the library , has a sole.
Ken
2016-10-06