Hate dropping from a small-necked vial black Puts poison on our food. It is a devil, breeding devil-breed That never does us good. Love flows like wine from out a flagon red Engulfing all who drink. It is a magic brew that makes us dead, So drunk we cannot think. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN |