Today just feels like a poetry kind of day. So here is a poem that made me smile and made me think of my own reading of Don Quixote (not that DQ is dull but it is slow going).
Four years ago I started reading Proust.
Although I’m past the halfway point, I still
Have seven hundred pages of reduced
Type left before I reach the end. I will
Slog through. It can’t get much more dull than what
Is happening now: he’s buying crepe-de-chine
Wraps and a real, well-documented hat
For his imaginary Albertine.
Oh.. what a slimy sort he must have been —
So weak, so sweetly poisonous, so fey!
Four years ago, by God! — and even then
How I was looking forward to the day
I would be able to forgive, at last,
And, to forget Rememberance of Things Past.
A Bookmark by Tom Disch, from Good Poems.
I love this poetry collection and turn to it all the time. Today I lucked out and found Good Poems for Hard Times in the bargain section on Amazon. I ordered it and can’t wait to get it.