Poem Hunter
Poems
Drink Out Thy Glass
(4 February 1740 – 11 February 1795 / Stockholm)

Drink Out Thy Glass

Poem By Carl Michael Bellman

Drink out thy glass! See, on thy threshold, nightly,
Staying his sword, stands Death, awaiting thee.
Be not alarmed; the grave-door, opened slightly,
Closes again; a full year it may be
Ere thou art dragged, poor sufferer, to the grave.
Pick the octave!
Tune up the strings! Sing of life with glee!

Golden's the hue thy dull, wan cheeks are showing;
Shrunken's thy chest, and flat each shoulder-blade.
Give me thy hand! Each dark vein, larger growing,
Is, to my touch, as if in water laid.
Damp are these hands; stiff are these veins becoming.
Pick now, and strumming,
Empty thy bottle! Sing! drink unafraid.

. . . . .

Skal, then, my boy! Old Bacchus sends last greeting;
Freya's farewell receive thou, o'er thy bowl.
Fast in her praise thy thin blood flows, repeating
Its old-time force, as it was wont to roll.
Sing, read, forget; nay, think and weep while thinking.
Art thou for drinking
Another bottle? Thou art dead? No Skal!

User Rating: 3,3 / 5 ( 18 votes ) 6

Comments (6)

Profound life song advocating to live life gleefully and taking it in it's stride, thus, making the most of it before it is too late. Enjoyed the theme. Well deserved classic poem of the day.
Sing, read, forget; nay, think and weep while thinking. Art thou for drinking Another bottle? Thou art dead? No Skal! .. a very good poem. tony
Sing, read, forget; nay, think and weep while thinking.....a meaningful line. Beautiful poem composed by Carl Michael Bellman
" Art thou for drinking" ? ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Cheers for the brave before drink out the drink! Thanks for sharing here!


Comments