Notes handwritten in my book. Angry I am that it must be the professor's Instruction. Underline, map the rhymes scheme A random thought---obviously too nuanced For a student to write. Then, as I read it, I hear about the writer's Mom and dad, her brother Her time farming. I begin to understand that the book was not Indeed, a professor's aimless notes Being forced into a student's book. No, they were studiously Put there, engaging with the text. Yet, there are only half a dozen poems Analyzed. Why was not the whole book written with Pencil, and such studious notes? Suspect, the book ended up at the local store And I purchased it. With some stranger's notes It is in my possession, Where I will keep it, And study it. Partly, I wish that stranger's notes Were written over the whole book For it is a shame to see it go back to the store Where I could buy it. If every book, page to page, Could be so studiously gleaned.