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0334 In Vino Veritas, In Birra Bonitas: In Praise Of Grape And Hop
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0334 In Vino Veritas, In Birra Bonitas: In Praise Of Grape And Hop

When heavy hangs the soul - if soul there be
in such a state of abject loneliness -
and all Creation's steeped in misery
and all bad influences join life's mess,

and melancholy blackens; hope recedes;
faith's gone; and love and charity lie hid;
and nothing seems good for the mind to heed,
no action springs to mind to lift the lid
that sits, black monster, on the love of truth,
of goodness, beauty - all this gone from hence;

then - wine, that warms the heart of man, must serve;
and hops, that give of God's benevolence:
and at the measured glass's end - God bless -
the possibility of happiness...

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Comments (7)

Dear Michael, Thank you for your kind dedication. Please look at yours from me: 'The Rich and the Pour' It took a little 'extra' reasearch for this one. Al=coholiquement votre, R.
Very well textured and meaningful poem. Wonderful!
Just passed through Napa and did my usual tasting....ah, heaven! And I loved your poem, too. Good work. Raynette
Uriah, am I seeing double? Or is it both of you?
Any poem in praise of wine has my attention and affection. See Pablo Neruda's 'Ode To Wine.' And then there's this: Too much work, and no vacation, Deserves at least a small libation. So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses; Work's the curse of the drinking classes. Oscar Wilde
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