"...I will drain that glass again."This weekend I was delighted to read this obscure Edgar Allan Poe poem, "Lines on Ale" (1848), from The Unknown Poe: An Anthology of Fugitive Writings:
"Lines on Ale"
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chambers of my brain -
Quaintest thoughts - queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
By that logic, Poe should have lived the most carefree life in the history of mankind, because from what I've heard, he was drunk for most of his adulthood. Though his life was obviously anything but carefree.
(The book adds this footnote: "Thought to have been written at Washington Tavern in Lowell, Massachusetts, where it hung on the saloon wall until about 1920.")
Nice to know that he had at least one light-hearted moment.
But liquor kills.
Posted by: Shelley at Sep 3, 2012 10:39:34 AM