The poet may say or sing, not as things were, but as they ought to have been; but the historian must pen them, not as they ought to have been, but as they really were. — Cervantes
Since when did Cervantes stick to penning things “as they really were”? Or did he consider Don Quixote to be one very long poem?
Engineer Husband and I must get back to reading Don Quixote or else we’ll never get through it by the time we leave this reality to enter into things as they ought to have been. I hope you’ve enjoyed this month of poetry at Semicolon, and tomorrow we return to our regularly scheduled programming, with a poem or two thrown in at irregular intervals. Last call: what is your favorite poem or favorite poet? If you haven’t answered this question already, now is the time.
My favorite poet, at least for this month, is Mary O’Neill because I recently re-read her book Hailstones and Halibut Bones. I love that it has become a way to help blind students understand colors…
Favorite poem: “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
Billy Collins! It took me so long to like poetry at all, and he was the one to convert me.