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Too bad students are not familiar with his works.

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A friend of mine is among the parents who emailed.  I think the reporter misrepresented the parents.  It is not so much about the subject matters, but the graphic way they are depicted.  

You can be a poet laureate.

Masland Library announces the establishment of an annual “Masland Library Student Poet Laureate” competition.  The purpose of the competition is to provide a platform to showcase student creativity in the area of poetry.

The winner will receive an Amazon gift card in the amount of $100.  The winning poem will be published in Scroll and displayed in the Library lobby.  The Poet Laureate must present a second poem to be read during the National Poetry Month, which is April.

The winning poem will be selected by a panel chaired by Professor Charlotte Gleason in accordance to the Guidelines set forth below.

Guidelines is posted on Library's FaceBook page.

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This post is inspired by a former student worker.

Sailing to Byzantium
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

 That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

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Since this list comes from readers of the Guardian, a British newspaper; would you have voted differently?

Should a person who is habitually late in returning books be restricted on checking out books?
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