Library of the Bard in a fairy hide in fleeting lunar zones,
Where slices of the seacoast between tides in rhythms,
the deepening foliage between field and forest over
the sloping land between plain and mountain yonder
with an Elf, a Dwarf, and a Hobbit as the Keeper
Among the unknown writs of mortals of the universe
Beyond the boundary of time and space and race,
Keeps a single book of the Bard with the imprimatur
Of the literary workaday Johannes Factotum
On the seventh floor of the Library of Babel
encircling the centrical cosmos over
Cycle and Epicycle, Orb in Orb.
Author’s Note: I listened to an excellent podcast interview with Stuart Kells, author of Shakespeare’s library, and agreed with him about a possibility that a single book authored by William Shakespeare will someday materialize from an unknown arcane volume of various writings of others in an unexpected place. Things can happen. Hence this poem from my mind’s view on Shakespeare’s Library.