Laurie Van der Hart
Red, Red Wine - Poem by Laurie Van der Hart
Who has woe?
Who has uneasiness?
Who has quarrels?
Who has complaints?
Who has wounds for no reason?
Who has bleary eyes?
Those lingering long over wine;
Those searching out mixed wine
Do not look at the wine's red color
As it sparkles in the cup
And goes down smoothly,
For in the end
It bites like a serpent,
And it secretes poison like a viper.
Your eyes will see strange things,
And your heart will speak perverse things
And you will be like one lying down
In the middle of the sea,
Like one lying at the top of a ship's mast.
You will say: "They have struck me,
But I did not feel it.
They beat me,
But I did not know it.
When will I wake up?
I need another drink
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