Tuesday, November 29, 2016

1. Sweet Wine

Sweet Wine

O, let my lover kiss me on the mouth.
Your love is more delightful than sweet wine.
You are the one I’ve only loved since youth.
I am my suitor’s love, and he is mine.
The fragrance of your perfume fills the air.
Your name is like anointing oil outpoured.
The maidens love you, but I will not share
with them my love for you whom I adore.
Take me away with you—let us make haste!
Oh, let the king bring me into his room.
I tremble when I am by you embraced.
I cherish you, my dearest and my groom.
Our love is more delightful than the wine
pressed from the grapes we gathered from the vine.

(Ch. 1:1-4)

Young Woman with Lowered Eyes, Frederic Bazille, 1869

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