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Drinkers
we all burn in tune
instrumental
to every dying bottle
where I have my croft
where I burrow in
Poèmes sur le thème : bottle
Poèmes sur le thème « bottle » sur Poets.by.
Roshambo
stone got
the better of paper
as I oblige myself with six
bottles of wine
Inscrutable
the bottle or a book
eating at the night
like a god I neither can guess
nor believe in
Self-medication
keeping my body in a bottle
to take and talk to
I drink myself warm
I think myself a very pleasant present
Drunkard’s progress
I came to town
to blot out the hours
though it did not seem so good
as at first
the bottle is a woman
I hope may let me be
Slack
long in bed with
my fool self—
a bottle falling out
Courtly love
A fine lip the bottle had—
my lady
and her good night.
Drinking Alone
Where to find good company?
My father’s a pint of sack
and I a weak sea.
I bark in Latin
at a dozen bottles of wine.
Threesome
I give thanks for love
and lasting kindness
and how much we drink and stink
mouth to mouth,
my wife, a bottle and I.
Of Ships and Bottles
A bottle in a ship in a boat:
what arms and flags?
Silk clothes, a rich
noise of fiddlers.
What will be the entertainment?
Jurates of the town
and the vice-admiral.
Where to drink?
In the lost ship,
in bed in my cabin,
where I gave the bottle
a merry good night.
Soirée
Let the meeting of yes
and never, bear and bottle,
stone and noon
be merry with wine
and wholly underwater,
laughing at a bass.
Prisoner
This grave or prison, the heart—
who could remember
what it was like to be released?
I went with a bottle or two
hunting for friends.