À Dieu
(1920-33 & 20??)
nowhere have I found peace
save in a glass of wine
perfection in blood red grapes
long plucked from the vine
they say I cannot go again
and drain another glass
I say they speak in vain
their prohibition will not last
I know I will not live
forever but while I do
the wine will flow forgive me
I don’t want to walk out on you
sooner or later I’ll be called
I know one day I’ll have to go
bravely into the dark and cold
meanwhile let the red wine flow
rogermoorepoet 
Le vin extraordinaire pour la vie extraordinaire! G. K. Chesterton would approve.
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Omar Khayyam, too. And Seamus Heaney. A long and proud tradition. “Un jour sans vin est un jour sans soleil.” They were selling the above bottles at half price: nobody was drinking it, except me. I bought a dozen!
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‘We don’t care where the water goes. So long as it doesn’t get into the wine.’
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And Noah said o his wife as he sat him down to dine … lovely … I appreciate that. In Spain they ask for pagan wine: unbaptized! It is heresy to water down the tinto …
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