A Study in Wine-Drinking Poem by Robert Schindel
A Study in Wine-Drinking
Before me, the wine
is quietly shaking
in its goblet, afraid
that I will pour it
down my scabby throat.
And down it goes! Now all the second hands
on all the clock towers in the world
stop. Thunderheads blast through me
taking my poems into their nucleii
to rain them down on the valley of the lost.
translated by by Paul Vermeersch
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