I’ll soon finish a post about the Wine Writers Symposium last month. (Yes, I move slowly). In the meantime, here are some wine-themed poems shared by keynote speaker Billy Collins:
Oh, for a beaker full of the warm South
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth,
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim.”
— John Keats
“Apply thine engine to the spongy door.
Set Bacchus from his glassy prison free,
And strip white Ceres of her nut-brown coat.”
— Alexander Pope
“Life in the World is but a big dream;
I will not spoil it by any labour or care.
So saying, I was drunk all the day,
Lying helpless at the porch in front of my door.
When I woke up, I blinked at the garden-lawn;
A lonely bird was singing amid the flowers.
I asked myself, had the day been wet or fine?
The Spring wind was telling the mango-bird.
Moved by its song I soon began to sigh,
And as wine was there I filled my own cup.
Wildly singing I waited for the moon to rise;
When my song was over, all my senses had gone.
— Li Po