Wine and Bread
At first you have erotic flush, followed by lassitude but with a twist towards the celebration of the long-lived.
A DecadeAmy Lowell reprinted in The Imagist Poem edited by William Pratt and in which are found echoes of FitzGerald's The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
When you came, you were like red wine
and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth
with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
I hardly taste you at all for I know your
savor,
But I am completely nourished.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,Dough enough and time…
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness –
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
And so for day 1413
26.10.2010
