Cool Poem

Parable by Richard Wilbur (reprinted without permission, but hopefully he won't mind)

I read how Quixote in his random ride
Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose
The purity of chance would not decide

Whither to fare, but wished his horse to choose.
For glory lay wherever he may turn.
his head was light with pride, his horse's shoes

Were heavy, and he headed for the barn.

An appetite for enchantment

"Don Quixote begins as a province, turns into Spain, and ends as a universe....The true spell of Cervantes is that he is a natural magician in pure story-telling." V.S. Pritchett

All of us, with the possible exception of the clinically depressed, seek enchantment. I happen to find it in reading. This blog is a tribute to my favorite book: Don Quijote.