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Wonderful poem, Max. Meditatively, inwardly, paced, and with just
enough detail to remind me of hunting through the shelves of
Elizabeth's Bookshop and
wondering where these 'gems' and detritus come from. And the men who
run such shops are often 'cahracters' ... There's one up near Varuna
in Katoomba who teaches ancient Greek as he sells ... and another in
...

Thanks.

Andrew

On 22/11/06, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Dispersal of Books and Effects
>
> Tuesday came the man from Alice's Bookshop,
> ran his eye along some of the shelves
> and round the leaning squads on half the floor,
> filled several cardboard boxes
> with what his clients might be tempted by:
> not Browning - but dusty Graham Greene
> will do for the two-dollar stand outside.
>
> He used to live over the shop, but
> when his wife got their third dog, he said:
> two we can pick up when other dogs threaten,
> three and we move out of town.
>