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Invincible Wisdom   poem  
Creators: Elizabeth Barrette (Writer), Non-Member Artist (Patron), Non-Member Author(s)
A librarian's role is to preserve history, even in the face of opposition. (poem)
Posted: 03/04/11      [No comments yet] ~ 336 words.
 

This librarian's wisdom lives in his fingertips,
a surreptitious skill, hidden yet invincible.

He presses his letters into the parchment, leaving behind
a pattern of lines and dashes and dots.

He sees with his hands, not with his eyes,
reading the words written in ridges and pips.

This archive is older than the Empire, but to say that
is forbidden -- even to mention its existence is forbidden.

The Empire has made a place for its cripples
and intends to keep them in it.

That place is not a library. The Empire has no books
for handreading, no librarians who cannot see.

Still the roots of Old Roluma reach deep,
and the war only ripped off the leaves of the culture.

The underground movement remains, even in Faraar,
the great and shining city of the Empire.

Here in the blind darkness of this clandestine archive,
the librarian reads with his literate fingertips.

His stylus writes through the long hours of the night,
copying and recopying that which must be remembered.

The librarian knows that there are others of his kind, other archives --
but he does not know who, or where, and does not want to know.

What he does not know cannot be tortured out of him;
what he has copied and sent away cannot be destroyed here.

What the tribes of Roluma once held now lies buried
under the heavy pavers of the Empire.

Yet as every gardener knows, weeds are invincible,
wiggling their way through cracks until they shoulder the stones aside.

Someday the foundations of the Empire will shake,
and the roots of old will sprout anew.

Someday the time will be right for the people of Roluma to rise
and reclaim their proper place in the world.

Then the librarian will leave his subterranean den
and fulfill the purpose in whose hope he was planted long ago.

He will turn his face like a flower toward the sun's warmth.
He will read his books aloud to a hushed and listening crowd.

Author's Notes

This poem came from my February 8, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from M.C.A. Hogarth (LJ user Haikujaguar), Lyn Thorne-Alder (LJ user Aldersprig), and Ellen Million. It was sponsored by Lorena Dinger (LJ user Laffingkat). Ellen Million also helped me with working out the background scenario of Roluma.


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