Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I can hear the library humming in the night, a choir of authors murmuring inside their books along the unlit, alphabetical shelves, Giovanni Pontano next to Pope, Dumas next to his son, each one stitched into his own private coat, together forming a low, gigantic chord of language. ”
Billy Collins
From : Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems
