Wine-dark
Married to a glass
of wine, I hunt trouble,
set my hand to the sea
and the ship, which make
my heart home.
Poems on the topic: wine
Poems on the topic “wine” on Poets.by.
Changeling
My birthday is water in wine,
an impertinent chance.
I do not concern myself with it.
Give me rage
and I shall go on:
I was a changeling.
The man in whose place I troll
was born happy.
Apothegmatic
Only love a bard
for the company and the wine,
as a king
is a ladder to the crown.
February romance
Dine me, wine me,
know me and Valentine me,
please me, give me
a spoonful of honey
for my cold.
Cheating on Death
I go to the wine-house
to know my fear
of losing time
and make an ordinary lay
a mad love.
Reluctant Prophet
I see a sea of hands,
a wine seller in the wine cellar,
a night made even with the sun.
What to do? I pray for
a change of tune.
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.
Nothingness
Nothing but water and the half moon.
Give us wine
and anchovies
and many strange evasions
to life and bed.
Khayyamesque
Lord’s day. My Lord preached:
“To whom much is given, of him
much is required.”
I took her to my Lord’s wine garden
where I was exceeding free with her
and she free as me.
Feast
Red in the morning,
a great orange disorder on which to dine.
Bottles of wine alter us.
We walk up and down and weep,
sore from sitting,
and kneel—not to the king
but to eat a piece of bread
out of a poor boy’s pocket.
Stood Up
Wine while I wait,
scarlet clothes like feathers
in the portmanteau.
The Radish Gospel
A breakfast of radishes:
the happiest act of oblivion
in the Church of No.
I disclaim any other government but fire
and in the body, joy.
No money or credit, I spend time, play music.
I came to bring this news
and a bottle of wine.
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