Charles Simic - In the Library lyrics

For Octavio There's a book called "A Dictionary of Angels." No one has opened it in fifty years I know, because when I did The covers creaked, the pages Crumbled. There I discovered The angels were once as plentiful As species of flies The sky at dusk Used to be thick with them You had to wave both arms Just to keep them away Now the sun is shining Through the tall windows The library is a quiet place Angels and gods huddled In dark unopened books The great secret lies On some shelf Miss Jones Pa**es every day on her rounds She's very tall, so she keeps Her head tipped as if listening The books are whispering I hear nothing, but she does