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In this episode I recollect my father’s love of GK Chesterton, quote you some favourite verses of his and finish with a section of my Quarantine Quatrains about wine. Here are my verses from The Quarantine Quatrains, by the way if you've enjoyed this and would like to 'buy me a cup of coffee ( or in light of this, something stronger!) you can do so here: www.buymeacoffee.com/malcolmg...
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I think of old Khayyam who ‘stood before
The tavern shouting open up the door’
And wish I might carouse the night with him
Alas that such carousals are no more
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I’ll keep the rules my country has imposed
My life, like my small garden, is enclosed,
But still I’ll raise a glass and pledge my friends
Although, for us, the tavern door is closed
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For in my cellar, ranged in dusty rows,
Are sleeping poets waiting to disclose
Deep memories of St. Emillion
Whose vineyards reach to where the Dordogne flows
10
And with these wines I travel where I please
From Rhineland to the lofty Pyrenees,
I saunter though the chateaus of the Loire,
Drawing the cork on any one of these.
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So with the poets let me praise the vine
And pledge my absent friends in vintage wine
Sensing, sometimes, the savour at my lips
Speaks of a love both human and divine.
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And when I come to taste my life’s last drop,
When all that flowed in me comes to a stop,
Then let me see my saviour pledge his love,
Come close to me, and help me drink the cup.