Medical School
For the first two, worst two years, I kept a copy Of a Victor Hugo 1960 Everyman Edition opened midway up the bookshelf, Not because I liked Les Misérables Or even planned to read Les Misérables, But to perfume the bedroom of my miseries With old book smell, the greatest smell there is, Better than brand new cars and rainy forests, Anticipation, wonder, reverence, thrill, Nostalgia, all in one, spiriting me Out of drudgery, home to the library, My memory set free of memorization, My mind set free to learn the neuroscience Of what happens next, and what she plans To rhyme that with, the music in the urn, Doctor and saint, Dolittle and Francis, Healing masters speaking to the beasts, The useless science of those aging pages Condensing wood pulp, stardust, ancient glue To an accidental incense welcoming The seeker, treasure maps that were the treasure, My effort effortlessly passing into joy.
For the first two, worst two years, I kept a copy Of a Victor Hugo 1960 Everyman Edition opened midway up the bookshelf, Not because I liked Les Misérables Or even planned to read Les Misérables, But to perfume the bedroom of my miseries With old book smell, the greatest smell there is, Better than brand new cars and rainy forests, Anticipation, wonder, reverence, thrill, Nostalgia, all in one, spiriting me Out of drudgery, home to the library, My memory set free of memorization, My mind set free to learn the neuroscience Of what happens next, and what she plans To rhyme that with, the music in the urn, Doctor and saint, Dolittle and Francis, Healing masters speaking to the beasts, The useless science of those aging pages Condensing wood pulp, stardust, ancient glue To an accidental incense welcoming The seeker, treasure maps that were the treasure, My effort effortlessly passing into joy.