Wine Is Bottled Poetry
So said Robert Louis Stevenson, many years ago. I took his words to heart. I took them to the wine store as well, buying bottles more by the labels – for the scenes and chapters in my Catherine and Vincent imaginings they conjured – than by any anticipated taste or knowledge of the grapes.
These labels tell me a story of wine and roses, of love triumphant and rather breathless.
I hope you’ll hear one too.
Three cups open the grand door to bliss.
Take a jugful, the universe is yours.
Such is the rapture of the wine.
Li Bai, Wine: A Vindication
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.
William Butler Yeats, A Drinking Song
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.
William Butler Yeats, A Drinking Song
Wine stirs the spring,
joy grows like a plant,
walls, large rock fall,
abysses close up, song is born.
Oh thou, jug of wine, in the desert
with the woman I love …
Pablo Neruda, Ode to Wine
All the pictures that hung in my memory before I knew you have faded and given place to our radiant moments together.
Now I cannot live apart from you … Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
Sarah Bernhardt, letters to Victorien Sardou
All the pictures that hung in my memory before I knew you have faded and given place to our radiant moment together.
Now I cannot live without you … Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
Sarah Bernhardt, letters to Victorien Sardu
Let us celebrate the occasion
with wine and sweet words.
Plautus, Asinaria (835)
I have drunken deep of joy,
I will taste no other wine tonight.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cenci, Act 1 Scene iii
I have drunken deep of joy,
I will taste no other wine tonight.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cenci, Act 1 Scene iii
Fill the goblet again! For I never before
Felt the glow which gladdens my heart to its core.
Let us drink! Who would not?
Lord Byron, Fill the Goblet Again
Because he is, of course …
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