Each slot of thought reeks of rot,
\nMy brain of bounded books.
\nThey cordoned off my turquoise veins
\nBut down my brow still looks<\/p>\n
On students hiding from the rain,
\nOn squirrels traversing concrete plains.<\/p>\n
And as a hen her heavy wings
\nProtects her smallest young,
\nSo too I my concrete shade
\nProvide to children flung<\/p>\n
Outside my lettered marrow,
\nBeyond my buzzing thoughts.<\/p>\n
Oh how I ache! my tired mid-century teeth
\nOf burrowed mazes, moulded homes,
\nFor something else has taken hold
\nWithin my bones of tomes.<\/p>\n
— Jennah Nahhas<\/p>\n
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Jennah Nahhas\u2019 piece demonstrates how impactful libraries are to their patrons. <\/span>Jenna Nahhas is a Creative Writing and Medieval Studies double major interested in Arabic literary traditions, the book of Job, and brewing the perfect cup of Scottish breakfast tea. This is a piece that she wrote that was inspired by our very own Beeghly Library. Below is an inside look at her inspiration for this poem.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n “I have been prone to overdramatic and improvised odes to Beeghly Library whenever I pass by the old building this semester, so a friend challenged me to finally just write a poem about the beloved building. In line with this light-hearted yearning, I decided to personify Beeghly so it could speak to us itself on the slow-burning fire of devouring mold that separates us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"