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A Poem On The Médoc

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A Poem On The Médoc by Peter Dickinson from ‘The Compleat Imbiber 7′ book (1956).

On the evidences of having spat too close in the tasting-room of a first-growth château

This purple spot

Upon my shirt

That otherwise appears so neat —

This mark is not,

As you think, dirt:

No, it is 63 Lafite.

 

One couldn’t swallow

This shrivelling brew,

Smelling of sawdust, harsh as brine.

The years that follow

Will turn it to

The fabled, violet-hinting wine.

 

Its price will rise

With every year

Far from my pocket as star from star:

And so I prize

The shirt I wear,

Stained with this honourable scar.

 

Santé!

Micheline