W.B. Yeats’ A Drinking Song:
Wine comes in at the mouth
and loves come in at the eye
That’s all we know for truth,
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.
My response:
The Morning After
Wine’s taste tingles on the tongue
and love’s lingers in the mind;
Both sweeter when you’re young
and quickly left behind —
Now I’m older, and hungover —
From which, I can’t decide.
Published on May 02, 2014 13:21