The library here is best described as "small". It's its own building, though. There are lots of good books and non-residents can buy a card for a month for merely $5.
- Oddly, Evangeline is in the Acadian literature portion of the children's section:
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Beautiful, but I already need a dictionary! Who or what the heck are harpers, and what's hoaring?
- Fronting shelves makes you appreciate that everybody (and boy do I mean everybody) has a story.
I'll elaborate more later, but my netbook battery is dying. I'm actually sitting on the wheelchair ramp behind the building, using the wi-fi in the shade while I wait for the place to re-open. Lucky for me it wasn't raining today!
Update: A harper is... get ready... someone who plays the harp. I was so thrown off by "hoar" that I didn't even think about what "harper" might mean. I don't have a definition for hoaring, but I was way off - hoar was being used as an adjective. 99.9% of the time in English we put the adjective(s) before the noun (exceptions include "court(s) martial" and "alcoholic(s) anonymous"), but this here's poetry.
|The colour "hoar":|