Visions of the Yale Library

where a sari insinuates scholars, in hunches, eyes above blond glasses diving then to proof as she is by and by the checker, dour enthroned: both subsumed as the doorway widens to mercury noon. At lunch she'll laugh away a junior's suave ennui at George and Harry's, nod on cue, wring teabag a- gainst spoon. His Despair slouching towards Elegance she stares past...outside bright cars contend... and past that old penultimately randy inference, thence right to breathing tea wherein a somebody unfocusses his gravest evidence in time to glimpse along a scintillant, inner eye a spiritual dress.