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10 of the Best Poems about Wine

The finest wine poems

‘Wine is bottled poetry.’ So said the Victorian poet and novelist Robert Louis Stevenson; and, indeed, over the centuries numerous poets have waxed lyrical about the juice of the vine. Below are ten of the finest poems about wine.

Ben Jonson, ‘Song: To Celia’. Beginning ‘Drink to me only with thine eyes’, this is one of Ben Jonson’s most famous ‘song’ poems – probably the most famous. Like a number of poems on this list it uses drinking wine as a metaphor for enjoying life – in this case, the companionship and affection of the poem’s addressee, Celia.

Percy Shelley, ‘The Vine-Shroud’. Short enough to be quoted below here in full, ‘The Vine-Shroud’ is little more than a fragment, but it carries a certain poetic power with its commingling of the vine (representing life?) and the shroud (denoting death):

Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow
Beneath the autumnal sun, none taste of thee;
For thou dost shroud a ruin, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity.

Charles Baudelaire, ‘The Soul of Wine’. ‘One should always be drunk’, Charles Baudelaire once advised – whether on wine or poetry didn’t matter. In ‘L’Ame du Vin’ or ‘The Soul of Wine’ he combines these two intoxicating pleasures, writing a poem from the wine’s perspective – in ‘The Soul of Wine’ Baudelaire gives voice to a bottle of wine. The wine thanks its human consumer for allowing the fruit of the vine to realise its full potential by being turned into wine to soothe man’s dry and tired throat.

James Thomson, ‘The Wine of Love’. This charming little poem is short enough to be quoted here in full:

The wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long:

Sits long and ariseth drunken,
But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
That great rich Vine.

Emily Dickinson, ‘I bring an unaccustomed wine’. ‘I bring an unaccustomed wine / To lips long parching / Next to mine’: few poets could write such arresting opening lines as Emily Dickinson – who, in this wine poem, uses a glass of wine and thirst as metaphors for some deeper craving. For religious faith, perhaps? Or the afterlife? The poem doesn’t say, leaving us to take from that glass of wine what we will.

W. B. Yeats, ‘A Drinking Song’. ‘Wine comes in at the mouth / And love comes in at the eye; / That’s all we shall know for truth / Before we grow old and die.’ These are the first four of this six-line poem by Yeats, and provide a nice miniature example of his poetic style and the often accessible, plain-speaking manner in which he deals with the big themes.

Hilaire Belloc, ‘Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine’. As the title implies, this poem is written in heroic rhyming couplets, and sees the poet best-known for his cautionary rhymes paying homage to wine as the nurse-maiden of the arts.

Tennessee Williams, ‘The Wine-Drinkers’. Brilliantly capturing the torpidity and inaction of ‘wine-drinkers’ sitting in the sun, men whose lives have unravelled and who rely on drugs to see them through the night, ‘The Wine-Drinkers’ is a fine underrated poem by one of America’s greatest playwrights.

Pablo Neruda, ‘Ode to Wine’. Neruda also wrote an ode to his socks, so we perhaps shouldn’t read too much into his decision to write a song in praise of the vine. Yet ‘Ode to Wine’ is no ordinary wine poem, with its arresting images of ‘wine with purple feet or topaz blood’.

Pierre Martory, ‘Wine’. Martory (1920-98) was a French poet whose work was translated into English by John Ashbery. Wine, in the words of the closing line of this poem, can make ‘my head light my tongue loose’ and … er, a certain part of the poet’s anatomy ‘happy’. Quite. A wonderful paean to the pleasures of wine, but also the knowledge that such pleasure must necessarily be fleeting.

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Posted on August 9, 2017, in Literature and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. This has left me feeling very inspired… whether to write poetry or drink wine, I’m not quite sure…

  2. hmmmm …. what about Anacreon?

  3. Great post. I enjoyed every glass.

  4. As Virginia Woolf said, language is wine upon the lips.

  5. Here is the Elizabethan poet, Thomas Campion, writing in Latin about the merits of wine
    AD MARIANUM

    Prudens pharmacopola saepe vendit
    Quid pro quo, Mariane, quod reprendis.
    Hoc tu sed facis, oenopola, semper.

    To a Patient

    A careful chemist sometimes cures your ills,
    But a wine-merchant’s produce beats all pills.

    Translation by Conor Kelly

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