SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

In The Steimatzky Bookstore On Emek Refaim

How lonely I am
Among the books
I will never write
The books written
By others
The world without
My books-

How lonely I am
And how sad in longing
Dreaming of a time too
When those books of others
Were Inspiration
And not just reminders
Of mine not being among them -

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a book still can be inspiration so maybe it's the sheer number of books that is making you lonely
So where is your book? Did it die? Why don't you get it amongst them?