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S. H. Bass
Love and Romance
“better bard” is William
The quote is from the
famous “To be or not to be” soliloquy in Hamlet ( Act 3, scene
were female followers of Dionysus, lovely and seductive, but prone to
acts of extreme violence while in the midst of bacchanalian
celebration. (Also see Witter Bynner's wine
Muses were nine ladies of antiquity, goddesses whose domain
was the inspiration of poetry.
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A Sonnet Sequence
An Altar Boy's Lament
With Bread . . . Sell With Cheese
To White Zinfandel
Our Vintage Years
Wine and Black Coffee
In The Wine
Can Be Said About Both Wine And Poetry
is . . .
Knows No Winter
Thy Name Is Woman
Translations into English Verse:
To Beauty by Charles
Wine Of Lovers
by Charles Baudelaire
Wine Of The Murderer by Charles
Wine Of The Rag-Pickers by Charles
Wine Of The Solitary
by Charles Baudelaire
the past year I've given up by Cecci
Clusters Of Grapes
by Giovanni Pascoli
Poet’s Wine (a prose
H. Bass (b. 1956), American writer/poet
do not know what it is about you
makes me corona to your star:
– your pale crown that ebbs and flows
every breath your name intones.
lunar winds must sing your name.
on your moon shine, I have cranked out my pound of poesy.
word I make of you, I fall deeper in love with you . . . with the
idea of you . . . with each word I make of you.
word a drop of your rich wine, smoothed in the cellar of this poet’s
heart, this poet’s mind. Smoothed or Smothered?
the rub!” (as a better bard once said). For in the cellar is
womb and tomb: the fruit can be left in the lees.
Idea of you verses You. I hide Me there too.
me here? My out-stretched arm, pen in hand, keeping us a safe
quill’s length apart. You, weaving there amongst my words,
fiercely guarding your heart.
not that – that which your write” –
parry as you take your leave.
I’m not he who writes the write – you Maenad in a Muse
any star, any light in my dark of night been just as bright . . .
that’s the query of the ages. Such hypotheses turn quickly to
hyperbole, leaving umbrage where homage dared to stroll.
in that cellar known only sans thought, where the lees are all
umbrage and homage and self-doubt. In that small cask this
thanksgiving wine is born: for those dark nights, when it was
star shone bright, and the Wind and the Wine whispered “Felicia”.
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
Stephen H. Bass.
H. Bass (b. 1956): Stephen
H. Bass is an American writer/poet.
The webmaster of vintagewinepoems.com, his
fingers are typing these words. He will now switch to the
person - singular.
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
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”
retail sales counter, the salesman’s cubbyhole, and the manager’s desk
- with an extended period as a manager of a local wine shop.
the “struggling young artist” title: I am still “struggling”,
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.
I have some things to say:
some thoughts to share, some stories to tell - you should be hearing
from me. vintagewinepoems.com
is but a whisper,
a “Psst - hey buddy . . . .” from a darkened
- S. H. Bass
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