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WINE SONNET
What realm, what age, what century, what silent
alignment of the stars, what secret day
unmarked in marble gave rise to the brave
and singular notion of inventing joy?
It was invented with the gold of autumns. Wine
flows red down through...

WINE SONNET

What realm, what age, what century, what silent

alignment of the stars, what secret day

unmarked in marble gave rise to the brave

and singular notion of inventing joy?

It was invented with the gold of autumns. Wine

flows red down through the generations like

the river of time and on the hard road

it graces us with music, fire and lions.

In jubilant nights or at the end of a dark day

it cheers us on or mitigates our fear

and the song of praise I sing for it today

the Arab and the Persian sang before.

Wine, teach me the art of seeing my own past

as if it were already memory’s ash.

- Jorge Luis Borges, boyfriend.

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