|The Rhyme Maker
S. H. Bass
title of this poem comes from Shakespeare’s
Hamlet (act 1,
scene 2): “Frailty, thy name is woman”.
also have to give a nod to Hebrew Scriptures for getting this
thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
the smell of thy breath like apples,
thy mouth like the best wine.
of Songs 7:8-9
more S. H. Bass at
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
Poet's Wine (a prose poem)
Can Be Said About Both Wine And Poetry
is . . .
Knows No Winter
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
Thy Name Is Woman
H. Bass (b. 1956), American poet
you vines of breasts,
phalluses in racks
your jugs stacked up in tiers
pornography of metaphors
apologies to Shakespeare).
with a screw
fragrance leaps out,
and musty to begin.
let you breathe
the flowers come out
lingering nuttiness, scents of sin.
twirl you about
is just a dance we do)
admire your legs
they spread out
watch your changing hue.
sip, a kiss upon the lips
tickling of the tongue.
you in, I hold you there.
temptations have begun.
by the depth of you
by the smooth of you
swallow while still wanting more.
sensations, confused valuations
themselves by the score.
emptied beside me
it was you that imbibed me
is I who am uncorked now.
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:
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