In the library--

In the library reading
a journal of poems
I found much to be
dismayed at, a little
to give pleasure, for
in those I read were some
laced with crudities, some
effusing nothings, a few
full and firm and sweet
like the first ripe apples in summer,
none a satisfying meal. But
among the readers' letters
someone quoted Frost, saying
poetry should tell of griefs,
not grievances. At that
I rose and left, for here
at last was sustenance,
and I knew
it was enough.