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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEDITATION OVER A SKULL, by CHARLES HENRY MACKINTOSH Poet's Biography First Line: In this strange cup of ivory, love-wrought Last Line: For I shall live in them that drink my wine! Subject(s): Skulls; Vines And Vineyards | |||
In this strange cup of ivory, love-wrought, Once brimmed the gray and golden wine of thought: Cast it aside! - The world has drained its wine, And now new grapes are ripening on the vine. Press me new grapes, and twine about my brow The leaves of all the pasts that make the Now. This very vine that yields itself today Roots in the myriad mould of such as they! When the last drop drips from my empty cup, And when the thirsty vine has drawn it up, Shall I defy the common fate of men And bid new grapes brim my old cup again? Or shall I hope that some discerning guest Will think my cup more precious that the rest, Bear it away, and set it on some shelf Because it held the wine that was myself? -- Press me new grapes: sufficient to my task That I may offer drink to all who ask. I shall not need new filling, nor a shrine, For I shall live in them that drink my wine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GROUND VINE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE SEA-BORN VINE (A DIONYSIAC LEGEND) by WILLIAM SHARP THE VINE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AFTER THE VINTAGE by JOHN LAWSON STODDARD AUTUMN IN MERAN by JOHN LAWSON STODDARD IN MY VINEYARD by BAYARD TAYLOR THE VINEYARD-SAINT by BAYARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 98 by EDWARD TAYLOR BLOOD by CHARLES HENRY MACKINTOSH |
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