{"id":5076,"date":"2021-12-20T19:12:44","date_gmt":"2021-12-20T19:12:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=5076"},"modified":"2021-09-20T19:48:03","modified_gmt":"2021-09-20T18:48:03","slug":"every-so-often-a-book-i-see","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/every-so-often-a-book-i-see\/","title":{"rendered":"Every So Often a Book I See"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Every so often a book I see<br \/>\nThat once I had upon my shelf<br \/>\nOpposite the fireplace that would never draw<br \/>\nSmoking out the room and myself<\/p>\n<p>Who, standing swearing in the January cold<br \/>\nBefore the event that brought the roof down,<br \/>\nAnd people to their feet at the sight of smoke<br \/>\nAnd flashing blue lights from Arvagh town<\/p>\n<p>And further, I heard, to dampen the flames,<br \/>\nCaused by the shelves of books ablaze<br \/>\nAnd all else that fuelled the flames that lit the sky<br \/>\nThat I see somewhere these days.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I must buy that again&#8221; I to myself vow<br \/>\nSometimes I do and add to more<br \/>\nThat are on my shelves elsewhere only to find<br \/>\nI brought another copy where<\/p>\n<p>I had forgotten: most are replaced<br \/>\nBut not the windows on that little cottage there<br \/>\nOr doors &#8211; even the new roof is wrong<br \/>\nthe harder you try &#8211; fate doesnt care.<\/p>\n<p>But shelves again I bring in<br \/>\nAnd upon them my new books put to stand<br \/>\nAn older and less hopeful man<br \/>\nPlace them one by one by one by hand.<\/p>\n<p>Wonder how the fire was lit<br \/>\nPonder by who and why<br \/>\nI hope to see the new chimney draw better then<br \/>\nInto the freezing night sky.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every so often a book I see That once I had upon my shelf Opposite the fireplace that would never draw Smoking out the room and myself Who, standing swearing in the January cold Before the event that brought the roof down, And people to their feet at the sight &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5076","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1jS","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4572,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/no-library-like-the-spoken-word\/","url_meta":{"origin":5076,"position":0},"title":"No Library Like the Spoken Word","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"10th December 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"Books and knowledge gathered together But arrived Invaders and a tyrants yoke All then to then was ever known It all went up in smoke. 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