The second shortest poem he claims in his catalog, this poem was written aeons ago, when he was criticized for the intensity of his passion for Psyche, his first great muse. Some take it to be indicative of a period in his life when he had a drinking problem. I can more assuredly say no to that...still a lifelong tee-totaller, despite the best efforts of his second (now ex) wife, the vineyard is a metaphor here. Get over it.
couplet/passion
if my passion is my poison, then better still to die
as the victim of the vineyard than the champion of a lie.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Friday, December 22, 2006
couplet/passion
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