Don Quixote Poem
                                        by David Michael Jackson 

One does not speak of a rope in the house of the hanged.*


That's who I am.
Don Quixote.
Don Quixote chasing windmills.
.
Impossible dreams!
Did I not read
The Old Man and the Sea
Do I not know that dreams are
bones tied
to a boat.

Maybe I lit one candle.
Maybe I helped someone,
somewhere,
to notice
how the dust
dances in the sunlight.

So from Don Quixote himself,

The quest is noble,
the dream, divine.



*No hables de la soga en casa del ahorcado
                                                   ... Old Spanish Proverb



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 Don Quixote Poem  Copyright 1999, David Jackson  dave@artvilla.com



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