Date: Fri 14-Nov-1997
Date: Fri 14-Nov-1997
Publication: Bee
Author: CURT
Quick Words:
edink-Booth-Library-Keats
Full Text:
Ed Ink: Newtown's Grecian Urn
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal -- yet do not grieve
--Ode on a Grecian Urn
John Keats
There is a book of verse that was recently unpacked and placed on a shelf in
the renovated and expanded Booth Library that includes the famous ode by John
Keats celebrating the timelessness of art embodied in two youthful lovers on a
Grecian urn. An ancient artist has depicted the pair as they are about to
kiss, yet sadly, through the centuries, they have never fulfilled their
hearts' desire. Ardent literature lovers all over Newtown this week are
feeling, like these two lovers, caught forever short of their desire to pull
this volume of Keats' poetry, or any other book for that matter, from the
shelves of their new, beautiful library. The library sits unused, like the
"still unravished bride of quietness" Keats so aptly describes.
The decision by the Board of Selectmen this week to fire the general
contractor of the library project, with just days of work left to be done, has
once again forestalled the day when the people of Newtown will get to embrace
their new library. The project has been a struggle from the start -- from
problems in pouring the concrete foundation to problems getting the touch-up
painting done in anticipation of the grand opening. The town and contractor,
Building Technologies, Inc, of Prospect, may have started out like frustrated
lovers early in the project, with unexpected issues like asbestos, change
orders and bill payments coming between them. Everyone thought, however, they
would work things out. But this week, it turned into a full-blown contested
divorce. They may still be seeing each other in the future, but only in court.
So the waiting continues -- maybe not for centuries, as for the lovers on
Keats' treasured urn, but at least for a few weeks while the town finds a
replacement firm to finish things up.
Yet do not grieve. There is one redeeming consolation in all of this bad news.
No one can deny this one truth: Newtown now has a beautiful library sitting on
Main Street -- a library it did not have before. It will be ours in time. And
as Keats says, in the final lines of his bittersweet ode, "Beauty is truth,
truth beauty, -- that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
