A peot-theologian’s celebration of wine.
Not for tea-totallers. What do they know? 🙂
I recently posted the full text of my Quarantine Quatrains, a response to the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, but I said that I would also post some of the individual sections, for those who may not have leisure for the whole thing. And so, to cheer us up on yet another lock-down Monday I thought I’d share this little encomium and meditation on wine, in earnest of the day when we really can raise a glass together!
As always you can hear me read the poem by clicking on the ‘play’ button or the Roman numeral
I think of old Khayyam who ‘stood before
The tavern shouting open up the door’
And wish I might carouse the night with him
Alas that such carousals are no more
I’ll keep the rules my country has imposed
My life, like my small garden, is enclosed,
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