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Spadina Literary Review  —  edition 1 page 11


Waste not your days engaged in vain pursuit
of this or that endeavor or dispute;
   it’s better to enjoy the genial grape
than try the taste of absent, or bitter, fruit.


You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse
I made a second marriage in my house,
   divorced old barren Reason from my bed,
and took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse.


For ‘is’ and ‘is not’ tho with rule and line
and ‘up’ and ‘down’ by logic I define,
   of all that one should care to fathom, I
was never deep in anything but — wine.


Ah, but my computations, people say,
improved the way to count time's passing? — Nay,
   I merely struck off from the calendar
unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday.


And lately by the tavern door agape
came shining thru the dusk an angel shape.
   She bore a jug upon her shoulder soft,
and bid me taste of it — and 'twas the grape!