A colleague just handed me an old book, Pope’s The Rape of the Unlock and Other Poems. Was part of his father’s collection of things. It belonged to the University of Oregon. According to the “date due” it was last checked out in March 1946.
A line jumped out at me and a poem:
“each word-catcher, that lives on syllables”
–Alexander Pope, Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot
syllable child holds
net in hand, poised to catch words
as they escape school