A Drinking Song

by Emily

William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

That was a little treat I found in Kinzie’s  A Poet’s Guide to Poetry, which I’m still slowly making my way through. Her writing is illustrative and dense. Slogging through her rich sentences is rewarding, but I have to work hard to get there.

The chapter on “Syntax and Whole Meaning” is certainly covering basics I’ve been taught before, but with a depth I’ve only experienced when reading her book. Rife with examples and definitions, she ensures I am gaining both knowledge and exposure.