My First Memory (of Librarians) (Nikki Giovanni)

The straightforward honesty of this poem by Nikki Giovanni is, for me, its strongest asset. I just love the unvarnished look at what could have been a sickly sweet reminiscence of her first memory of libraries. 

I like that color is such a strong part of this poem - in that the memory seems to be supersaturated. It's very visual - despite the poem's lack of flowery language.

But I dunno, there is little to keep me entranced on the reread. So it is fine. It is sweet and it is comforting. But I wish it had more, I guess.

Favorite line: "The welcoming smile of my librarian"

The welcoming smile of my librarian