MY CARNEGIE LIBRARY

Welcome to Poetry Friday! This week we are hosted by Tricia Here. Thank you, Tricia, for hosting.

Driving back to Syracuse from the Jersey Shore Friday afternoon of Labor Day weekend, I visited the town where I went to school, Port Jervis, on the Delaware River. I lived three miles away in the small town of Sparrowbush.

I hadn’t been to either place for several years and drove through town to see the Carnegie Library where I had discovered books. What was it like now? I wondered. On the outside it looked exactly the same.

Andrew Carnegie, a Scottish American capitalist who made his fortune in steel, felt the rich had a moral obligation to distribute money in ways that help the common man. He spent 350 million, which was a large portion of his wealth, on philanthropy. He helped build 2,500 public libraries world wide and much more, including Carnegie Hall. You can read more about Andrew Carnegie here.

THE CARNEGIE LIBRARY IN PORT JERVIS, NY

Inside my Carnegie Library, it seemed the front desk was frozen in time, unchanged in fifty years. Two librarians were behind it, and the library was otherwise empty that Friday afternoon. I didn’t feel comfortable taking pictures inside because I think the librarians sensed my disappointment at seeing the drab, and frankly, threadbare carpet and the furniture they claimed with pride was “original.” Their funding is through the school and I sensed there is little money available for frills.

Yet, thanks to them, there was an exhibit on Stephen Crane that included a walking tour they were enthusiastic to share. I now know that author Stephen Crane lived in Port Jervis for many years. In fact his relationships with Civil War Veterans there in the 1880’s inspired THE RED BADGE OF COURAGE, which I loved as an adult. It turns out that much of his other writing is loosely based on people and places in Port Jervis. I didn’t have time to take the walking tour, so maybe I’ll have to return. I also hope to read more of Stephen Crane’s writing. Maybe I’ll recognize Port Jervis in his lines.

STEPHEN CRANE

Here’s a quote I found on the above link. (Hartwood was a nearby town, I think.)

“My idea is to come finally to live at Port Jervis or

 Hartwood. I am a wanderer now and I must see enough

but – afterwards – I think of P.J. and Hartwood.”


Stephen Crane’s October 29, 1897 letter from London, England, to his brother William in Port Jervis, New York.   

As my husband and I had arrived in to Port Jervis as school had just let out. Busses were lining up. Middle school kids were laughing and chatting on sidewalks. I wondered if any would stop at the library. I hoped so.

IF NOT FOR THE LIBRARY AND BOOKS

We’d know only what we are told

in school

at home

what others think we should know.

Beware of libraries!

©Janice Scully 2021


	

New York Haiku

Thank you, Michelle Barnes for hosting this week. Be sure to find her at Today’s Little Ditty and discover what poetry treasure she has in store for Poetry Friday.

Just a few haiku to share this week. The one below inspired by a tree near my home. What caused its unusual split? Weather? I can’t explain this strange pine tree. But it grows on and I see hope in what the tree becomes.

I’ve been feeling more nervous about the next few months. We will be changed by pandemic, that’s for certain, and I hope for the good. I feel fortunate to have a steady governor, Andrew Cuomo, who gives a thorough briefing every day. He usually talks about building back and building better. I’m hoping for positive change.

My son in New York City is doing well and getting through the worst of it. I read the New Yorker Magazine to see what’s going on in the city. Here in Syracuse, there is less virus, but everyone is still staying in, wearing masks when they are out, and thinking of others. I’ve been making bread, like so many others on Poetry Friday. I have these to show for it:

Below are a few haiku inspired from vignettes I read in New Yorker. I feel so much gratitude, for all the essential workers who are cleaning subways, delivering food, caring for the sick, teaching, doing so many different jobs, while my job is to stay safe at home.


 NEW YORK May 2020


Job over for now.
Seventy five cents in bank,
will stimulus come? 


Brighten Beach high-rise.
Sunrise over glistening waves.
Ambulance sirens.

At the reservoir,
Central Park runners in masks,
slow down, keep distant.

Medical students
graduate a month early,
to do what they can.

Nurses, exhausted
return home after long shifts
faces creased by masks.

©Janice Scully 2020

I’d like to share a poem my Stephen Crane. The “I” of the poem is a free thinker.

Stephen Crane
"Think as I think," said a man
by Stephen Crane

"Think as I think," said a man,
"or you are abominably wicked;
You are a toad."

And after I had thought of it,
I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

Free thinking is best informed by science these days. Stay well and keep writing in spite of the distractions.