Sometimes I need to reread my favorite poems. It is like visiting an old friend, reveling in memories and the promise of shared futures. This morning I reread “Ode to a Nightingale,” and was struck by the beauty with which the author describes guzzling wine. (Confession: I think wine and poetry are a wonderful combination.)
O for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth.
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
The purple-stained mouth gives the image of someone delighting in large swallows with a big glass turned up and the nectar of the grapes flowing freely into an open gullet. Such unrestrained consumption and enjoyment!
What poems do you love to revisit?