Dante Alighieri invited me to a Banquet when I bought his book
A banquet filled with great Italian humor, intellect, bread, meat and lots of wine
Vita Nuova wrote Dante “Ye who the third Heaven move, intent of thought, Hear reasoning that is within my heart.”
I sat on a table with rich food and lively conversations but something was missing from the table?
For I am forever spell bound to intellectual exertion only like a relic or a radical
Who finds no pleasure in everyday ordinary conversations with petty emotions and ambitions of riches and fame
Talks of mere profiteering, visions of distant future seems like a fleeting ship into the seas
At once I took my leave from all friends
I ran home stretched my legs and spread my arms at the table
Picked up Dante’s Banquet from the book shelve and started reading
Who else is more privileged than me to have a banquet such as Dante has prepared