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S. H. Bass
b. 1956


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Translations into English Verse:
Hymn To Beauty by Charles Baudelaire
The Wine Of Lovers by Charles Baudelaire
The Wine Of The Murderer by Charles Baudelaire
The Wine Of The Rag-Pickers by Charles Baudelaire
The Wine Of The Solitary by Charles Baudelaire
Over the past year I've given up by Cecci Angiolieri
Three Clusters Of Grapes by Giovanni Pascoli

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The Discovery
S. H. Bass (b. 1956), American writer/poet

Surprised by her complexity,
She makes me stop in mid-gulp,
Slowed to a sip, I hold her there
A revelation unfolding
As in a womb.

Just a hint, a taste of her earthen roots.
A depth that suggest a bitter youth
Perhaps a struggle on the vine:
And early harvest? A violent crush?

Holding her now, tasting her fruit
Savoring the fullness that comes with age
With one more sip she invites another
Deeper now . . . much deeper.

Coaxed my her warmth
She quiets me
        unbinds me
        unwinds me.

Letting go of the desire to know her,
Seated here in the enjoyment she offers me now
Consumed, she’s in me and I’m in . . .
We fall (as snowflakes fall)
               ever so softly
                      ever so slowly
                              uncorked, unknown, and empty.



from Bottled Poetry: Verses From The Vine, edited by Stephen H. Bass (Robinsonville, MS: Spilt Wine Publishing Co., 2013).  © 2013 Stephen H. Bass. All rights reserved.  Posted at vintagewinepoems.com with the permission of Stephen H. Bass.


S. H. Bass (b. 1956):  Stephen H. Bass is an American writer/poet. The webmaster of vintagewinepoems.comhis  fingers are typing these words.  He will now switch to the first person - singular.

To call myself a “writer” is a heralding of avocation rather than occupation, although wielding a creative “pen in hand” has always been an ancillary part of my earning a living. While creating plans and content for the various communications needs of a business entity is not exactly the stuff of the creative writer, the challenges of simplifying the complex, enlivening the mundane, celebrating the everyday . . . this is the “stuff” of all successful communications – from the sonnet to the business memorandum.

The stereotype of the struggling young artist “waiting tables” as he plugs away at his craft in his “off-hours”, is a template that lays over my life quite nicely (if not snuggly) - for some thirty-six years now. The tables I currently wait upon are covered with green felt rather than a checkered tabled cloth, my current occupation being that of a floor supervisor in the table games department of a casino.   Other tables I have “waited on” include the retail sales counter, the salesman’s cubbyhole, and the manager’s desk - with an extended period as a manager of a local wine shop.  As for the “struggling young artist” title:  I am still “struggling”, along with the rest of middle-class America.  I feel young!  I am, however, old enough to realize that “artist” is a title best conveyed upon one rather than claimed for oneself. 


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  with an introduction and notes by Stephen H. Bass

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