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Nikki Giovanni

(June 7, 1943 / Knoxville, Tennessee)

My First Memory ( Of Librarians )


This is my first memory:
A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky
wood floor
A line of green shades—bankers' lights—down the center
Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply
too short
For me to sit in and read
So my first book was always big
In the foyer up four steps a semi-circle desk presided
To the left side the card catalogue
On the right newspapers draped over what looked like
a quilt rack
Magazines face out from the wall
The welcoming smile of my librarian
The anticipation in my heart
All those books—another world—just waiting
At my fingertips.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 26, 2014

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  • Rookie Demetra Theotikos (5/3/2014 7:46:00 PM)

    If you have ever read the book Words With Wings by Nikki Grimes, then you will know what I am talking about. In the book (this is written in free verse poetry) a lot of the poems in there are kind of memory poems. Yours sounded just like a professional author. Keep up the good work! (Report) Reply

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