Vintage Year Poem by A. P. Herbert

Vintage Year



You were a vintage year, proud '44—
The grapes of Teheran—Paris and Rome—
The conquered ocean and the captured shore—
Robbers in rout, and half the harvest home.

A vintage year. The courage and the craft—
The toil, the terror—the Mulberries, the Rhine—
A teasing, generous, full-blooded draught!
The dregs were difficult. But what a wine!
December 31, 1944

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A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert

Ashtead, Surrey
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