Moving On

I have sold my books. Not all of them, but most of them.
I held on to the books I might need while putting the finishing touches on a
manuscript that is now with my publisher. I also kept the books I will likely
need when I begin my next project in the fall. But the books that sustained my
professional life for 50 years — books by and about Milton, Spenser,
Shakespeare, Skelton, Sidney, Herbert, Marvell, Herrick, Donne, Jonson, Burton,
Browne, Bacon, Dryden, Hobbes — are gone (I watched them being literally
wheeled out the door), and now I look around and see acres of empty white bookshelves.