Friday, 5 October 2018

Jove’s nectar



It was National Poetry Day yesterday (Thursday), apparently. Oops. Missed it.

Never mind, here's one of my favourites...

Song to Celia
Ben Jonson

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.


Sublime.

And poetry's for life, not just 4th October!

4 comments:

  1. I just like to drink. so does mistress maddie.

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    1. And a "kiss but in the cup" on occasions, too, I'd imagine. Jx

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