Drink it, and remember in every drop of gold, in every topaz glass, in every purple ladle, that autumn labored to fill the vessel with wine […]
from ODE TO WINE by Pablo Neruda
Wine stirs the spring, happiness bursts through the earth like a plant, walls crumble, and rocky cliffs, chasms close, as song is born.
from ODE TO WINE by Pablo Neruda
Wine, spiral-seashelled and full of wonder, amorous, marine, never has one goblet contained you, one song, one man, you are choral, gregarious, at the least, you must be shared.
from ODE TO WINE [...]
Wine stirs the spring, happiness bursts through the earth like a plant, walls crumble, and rocky cliffs, chasms close, as song is born.
from ODE TO WINE by Pablo Neruda
Vino inchiocciolato, e sospeso, amoroso, marino, non sei mai presente in una sola coppa, in un canto, in un uomo, sei corale, gregario, e, quanto meno, scambievole.
da ODE AL VINO di Pablo Neruda
Vino inchiocciolato, e sospeso, amoroso, marino, non sei mai presente in una sola coppa, in un canto, in un uomo, sei corale, gregario, e, quanto meno, scambievole.
da ODE AL VINO di Pablo Neruda
Wine stirs the spring, happiness bursts through the earth like a plant, walls crumble, and rocky cliffs, chasms close, as song is born.
from ODE TO WINE by Pablo Neruda
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