What's there to praise
In that vast library of long gone days
Bound in the failed and fading leather
Of ancient leather?

To free what's trapped or bound
Is my whole law and ground:
Since it's myself I find
Out on the rough roads traveling blind.

Yet, for another's use
I bind what I let lose
So others may make free
Of those lost finds no longer use to me.

--Thomas McGrath, Selected Poems
(Port Townsend: Copper Canyon Press, 1988)