(I wrote this Saturday, June 13th but for some reason I couldn’t get a signal on my computer to post it, and I didn’t want to keep my computer on for too long.)
It rained again today and there was no Farmers’ Market to go to. I was hoping to go to the market to begin my garden adventure, but alas, that did not happen. Instead, I returned my library books and borrowed some books of poetry, two of which were Rilke’s. It seemed perfect on a day like this. I miss having my book of Rilke’s poetry next to my bed and reading them whenever the desire came to me. I have been thinking of bringing all my things to New York instead of all my things being locked up. Some of them can be with me in my tiny room, like my favorite poetry books and other things I often miss.
I am reading Renegade: The Making of President by Richard Wolffe and I almost finished so I borrowed Dante’s Divine Comedy along with the books I mentioned. When I read the first couple of lines it made sense that I should borrow it. I don’t know about you but when I open a book to figure if I want to read it or buy it, it is almost like a communication between me and the book; it is about a having a particular feeling and being drawn to the book. It has to click. What may not click one day, may click at another time. I guess it is one of my many quirks. I think I read the volumes of Divine Comedy a long time ago…so long ago that I don’t remember a lot about it, actually. So, hopefully, I will finish it and not get distracted (or attracted) by/to another book.