Sacramental
practice wedding—
they all steal the minister’s
white wine
Poemas sobre el tema: wine
Poemas sobre el tema «wine» en Poets.by.
Apparition
At the office, having drunk
a great deal of wine,
I see my hat before me
like money in the street.
Burnt offerings
Kings of ash, we are
an evening company
and should have been merry
but the wine and all
other things stayed
on the altar.
Silent drunk
I lost my labor to the war,
my time to bed, my place
to a store of wine.
What a sad story!
I make one good thing:
a great quiet.
A sailor’s life
All afternoon I row alone
in rings
in too much wine.
Malaise
I am a tower
of borrowed matter,
ill with all yesterday
like my head
with the wine I drank
today.
Landlocked
The business of the town
is going to sea, which
it pleased God to lay out
in the absence of wine
or ships, a lead foot
setting forth for France
and a mind to stay longer
before they go.
Home economics
To talk about money
is to get a purse to carry sea.
I only work
for good bacon.
I find my head in wine
and therefore hope.
Immortals of the Wine Cup
A red-faced divinity, the fool
who won a quart of sack.
He and I talk beauty
till we’re both angry,
then walk in the fields.
Nightcap
He sent for wine
in bed, and she
would not let him
come to her
out of jealousy
of that other
between him
and trouble.
Marooned
A pint of wine
but no wife—
like a moth under
some high moon.
Weltanschauung
What sort of vision is ours?
The same thing: my security
and a pint of wine.
This castle for greed.