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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EXTRACTS FROM LUCIENNE: 51, by PAUL FORT
First Line: From a little violet wine at not too dear a fee, my love, I have de
Last Line: Melancholy.
Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Grief; Love; Wine; Sorrow; Sadness
First Line: From a little violet wine at not too dear a fee, my love, I have de
Last Line: Melancholy.
Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Grief; Love; Wine; Sorrow; Sadness
From a little violet wine at not too dear a fee, my love, I have deduced a whole
philosophy.
This wine, this sweet wine, unto sadness leads, and sadness in its turn to
melancholy.
and from there, my love, to blank forgetfulness.
I forget the evenings 'neath the arbor's shade when the sweet wine filled my
heart with glee since you were there and just for me.
All the false, fair skies with hope's bright hue o'erlaid, ah! swiftly did they
fade in our lifted glasses' shine, drunk with the wine they have fled!
Far you have sped but forgetfulness is mine.
The little violet wine to sadness leads and the sadness in its turn to
melancholy.
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