Lifted hefted glassine flute...
Liquid grapes better than fruit, valued bubbles.
Tickle thy nose, this fruit so quaint...
Onto clothes, doth make it staint.
Peeled fruit under feet well pounded....
Nectar-ed skins give life to taste bud's founded.
Lips devour the liquid sold...
Begin anew, truth untold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poteable mixture of TENder vineyard gatherings, i am sure...almost as simpatico as this verse of yours, my good friend! F j R 2009