Poems about wine unfold the intricate relationship between humanity and this timeless elixir. These verses depict wine’s social and cultural significance, portraying it as a catalyst for celebration, camaraderie, and the forging of communal bonds. They also delve into the hedonistic idea of life, where the intoxicating essence of wine becomes an element in savoring the present moment. Alternatively, some romantic poems contemplate its limits in comparison to the sublimity of nature.
In poems celebrating wine, it emerges as a magical elixir, enabling otherworldly experiences. Through the prism of wine, the poetic persona navigates the subconscious, venturing into ethereal realms and revisiting past moments. While evoking a range of emotions, including nostalgia, joy, enjoyment, solace, etc., wine also transforms into a steadfast companion during moments of solitude and adversity.
Conclusively, these poems adeptly capture the sensory pleasures associated with wine. They celebrate the very essence of life, embodying the carpe diem philosophy and the ephemeral nature of existence, encouraging readers to seize the day and relish the beauty and happiness found in the simple pleasure of a glass of wine.
‘A Toast’ by George Santayana is a passionate poem that gives thanks to wine’s euphoric effects.
See this bowl of purple wine,
Life-blood of the lusty vine!
All the warmth of summer suns
In the vintage liquid runs,
‘Wine Tasting’ by Kim Addonizio depicts the experience of drinking wine and the thoughts, memories, and emotions it evokes.
I think I detect cracked leather.
I’m pretty sure I smell the cherries
from a Shirley Temple my father bought me
in 1959, in a bar in Orlando, Florida,
‘Before The Cask of Wine’ is a beautiful lyric that emphasizes enjoying one’s youthful hours to the fullest. As one can’t savor those moments in old age.
The spring wind comes from the east and quickly passes,
Leaving faint ripples in the wine of the golden bowl.
The flowers fall, flake after flake, myriads together.
‘The Solitude of Night’ by Li Bai portrays the speaker’s solitude in the aftermath of a wine party at night.
It was at a wine party—
I lay in a drowse, knowing it not.
The blown flowers fell and filled my lap.
Omar Khayyam’s ‘Rubaiyat XII,’ translated by Edward Fitzgerald, celebrates life, exploring happiness amidst transient existence.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
‘Three with the Moon and His Shadow’ by Li Bai contemplates solitude, friendship, and transcendental connections.
With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees.
I drink alone, and where are my friends?
Ah, the moon above looks down on me;
I call and lift my cup to his brightness.
‘Be Drunk’ by Charles Baudelaire is a stirring poem meant to incite the reader to passion about life.
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
‘Ode to a Nightingale,’ written in 1819, is one of John Keats’ six famous odes. It’s the longest, with eight 10-line stanzas, and showcases Keats’ signature style of vivid imagery and emotional depth, exploring themes like beauty and mortality.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘To a Skylark’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley is an ode. It celebrates the beauty of nature and the bliss of a skylark’s song.
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
‘I tasted a liquor never brewed’ by Emily Dickinson celebrates life. The poet uses natural imagery, such as that of berries, and pearls, to depict it.
I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
‘Under the Waterfall’ is a nostalgic poem where plunging into water revives memories of lost love and an enduring symbol – a glass.
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this,
In a basin of water, I never miss
The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day
Fetched back from its thickening shroud of gray.
‘Coming Home’ by Owen Sheers is a thoughtful poem that describes the transitory nature of life. The poet explores aging, family, and the impact of change.
My mother’s hug is awkward,
As if the space between her open arms
is reserved for a child, not this body of a man.
In the kitchen she kneads the dough,