Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
This is my room, the room I love.
Here have been friends and voices lifted high.
Here have been evenings
Such as lives make memories of, and here
My poems are written.
Each book, each picture, every grouping
Has a meaning, and all things are very dear.
I come awake to lie and look at backs of books
From bed, and close above my head
See pictures hung in pleasure.
At night, the last thing that the windowed moon
Shows me before I sleep is books.
I built the bookcase, bought the books,
And therefore love them
Here are letters read and written.
Many and many a pipe alone,
And pipes with two in silence have been smoked.
Un-numbered candles here have shone
On evening hours with books,
While dreamy peace was all above
And round me. This is my room,
The room I love.