Friday, January 14, 2011

I have always thought that wine is bottled poetry. It is an art form ever changing. I am a fan of poetry and would like to start including some of my favorite poems on this blog. Poetry is meant to be read with passion as wine is to be made with passion.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
-- "A Drinking Song" by William Butler Yeats

I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the laughter in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.

But sometimes when he dreams at night
Of fragrant forests green and dim,
It may be that my love crept out
And brought the dream to him.

And sometimes when his heart is sick
And suddenly grows well again,
It may be that my love was there
To free his life of pain.

-- "Hidden Love" by Sara Teasdale

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