Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
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This poem saves me from 25 years of selling wine as a wholesaler, when I was, I am, really a poet who drinks in the beauty that is even now, still renewed within me, that blesses me, and releases me from the mundane work of commerce with no Love inside!
Neruda has such a unique ability to infuse the everyday with an almost ritual-like sacredness. This poem evokes all of the richness of earth's abundance and reminds us that our food and drink are the distilled essences of the goodness of life.
the poem flows like a glass of wine to its very last dropp and mersmerising. good workpablo. keep it up.
Very long. Writes alot of different random thoughts about wine.