The Heaviest Full Bodied Wine...

People say after it

the worst sadness comes and loneliness

as it resembles in appearance

only with the stupid punctuation marks

after it one can drink nothing

even though the mouth burns,

even though your heart is screaming,

it is the only wine

made to be

suspended

one floor above,

like a dead sea

without scrolls

lying

in a hollow bitch

of a chest.

Its voice obliterates you,

it is never a gentle one

and you are most likely

to drown

despite

no having too much drink.

It is the heaviest full bodied wine:

the wine of a friendship that dies

in front of you.



translated by Daniela Bullas

by Emanuel Pope

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A great start with a nice poem, Pope. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
nice analogy EP......