I'VE poured my WINE

I Have Poured My Wine

I have poured my wine
Over Time an’ Space.
Everyone is drunk;
Everything is drunk;
Everyone totters;
Everything totters:

Mozart’s tunes echo
Through marble arches
Of the Taj Mahal!
Lo, Catullus strikes
Strings of Dun’booro,
Which sway to Bach’s grand,
Rare musical notes!
With Kalidasa’s
Solemn brush, Van Gogh
Paints Shakuntal on
Red lips of Lesbos,
Where Sappho’s verses
Shine with homely hues!
Using Angelo’s
Stylish, vital tools,
Sartre cuts the Time
Into the grave hand
Of Samuel Becket!
Shelley’s poems, all
Turned a million grapes,
Swing from Homer’s vine;
Greece sways back and forth!
Shrines an’ forts carol,
Temples just carouse,
Churches sing, while reel
Colonnades of Rome;
Tall skyscrapers faint,
While hamlets bulge with
One deep, strong, chilled draught!
 

Rome, 2008

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