I was halfway through the thick book
When I saw: It’s just an introduction!
Then by intuition or analogy,
By faith mixed with induction,
I realized there’s a library,
And books of law and right and wrong
And corners and nooks for the shy
And great tables for the headstrong.
But then there are the books upstairs,
On the shelves accessible by ladder,
That explain to every serene heart
The sweet nothings that really matter.
The philosopher loves the ordered
Gardens at Versailles. As for
The gardener, he loves each branch,
The leaves on every sycamore.
Yaacov David Shulman