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S. H. Bass
b. 1956


Theme:  Praising Wine

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Author's Note:
The title of this poem comes from Shakespeare’s Hamlet (act 1, scene 2): “Frailty, thy name is woman”.

I also have to give a nod to Hebrew Scriptures for getting this silliness started:

Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy breath like apples,
And thy mouth like the best wine.
                                             - Song of Songs 7:8-9

– S. H. Bass   


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The Discovery
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Wine is . . .
Wine Knows No Winter

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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Wine, Thy Name Is Woman
S. H. Bass (b. 1956), American poet

From you vines of breasts,
Your phalluses in racks
To your jugs stacked up in tiers
A pornography of metaphors
(with apologies to Shakespeare).

Uncorked with a screw
Your fragrance leaps out,
Dark and musty to begin.
But let you breathe
And the flowers come out
A lingering nuttiness, scents of sin.

Goblet in hand,
I twirl you about
(It is just a dance we do)
I admire your legs
As they spread out
And watch your changing hue.

A sip, a kiss upon the lips
A tickling of the tongue.
Taking you in, I hold you there.
Your temptations have begun.

Pleased by the depth of you
Soothed by the smooth of you
I swallow while still wanting more.
Complex sensations, confused valuations
Assert themselves by the score.

Done,
Laying emptied beside me
Perhaps it was you that imbibed me
It is I who am uncorked now.



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. 


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 alleyway. 
- S. H. Bass   


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