Read "Wine of Summer" at The Eldritch Dark:
This poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) first appeared in the summer 1942 issue of Wings: a Quarterly of Verse. It makes effective use of wine as a metaphor for the memory of romantic summer interludes, and the attendant sadness of nursing a "bottle" by oneself:
O love! no other lips than ours have known
How sweet the wine, how sweet
With honey and soft heat
Mingling within that blissful magistral . . .
And yet how sadly fall
The slow, slow drops for him that drinks alone.
It's a simple poem, but makes for good reading in the dreary depths of November!
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