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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Ode to Wine

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.
My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.
But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine.

Pablo Neruda
Picture was taken in the gardens at Versailles from our March 08 trip.


artythewaterboy said...

Dionysus, Dionysus dance of ice eyed blind mice

kryssie's daily photo said...

You know wine is wonderful when ancient cultures had Gods for it.

artythewaterboy said...

wine is still wonderful!
the last comment was a line from a song (a band called iceburn) that jumped into my head when i read your post...

Anonymous said...

Ah, yes the wonders of wine. I still pray to Bacchus!

Elaine said...

Oh my goodness.........I love the picture and also the text and the fact that cousins can keep track of each other.......

Kathy said...

KRYSSIE, I pity those who haven't discovered one of the finer things this life has to offer; a nice glass of Cabernet with dinner. In the words of the late great Vonnegut, "If that isn't nice, I don't know what is"!