This is no April Fool joke friends. I'm really going to read all my favorite verses from the past 700 years this month. I'm going to start with 'The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám'.
I was 14 when my father first introduced me to 'The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám' . One summer night, after dinner he took out his old dusty anthology, 'A Treasury of Great Poems' by Louis Untermeyer, smoked a cigarette and read it to me. Edward FitzGerald's fine translation, the rhythm of the poetry, the wine, the grapes, the roses, the potter - I fell in love with them all.
"A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise now!"
— The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám