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The Soul of Wine, L'ame du vin, by Charles Baudelaire

One night, wine's soul sang from deep in the bottle,
"Man, unto you I belt out, O dear disowned, 
From 'neath my prison glass and crimson seals,
A songful of light and brotherhood!

“I know what it takes on a blazing hill,
Of pain and sweat and broiling sun,
To spark my life and grant me soul;
But I'll not be thankless or spiteful,

“'Cause I feel immense joy when I tumble down
The gullet of a man by toil worn down, 
And down his hot chest is a sweet tomb
Far cozier than down my chill cellars. 

“Can you hear the thump-thump of pop refrain
And hope a-sizzle in my throbbing breast?
Your elbows on the table and sleeves rolled up,
You'll glory be me and be happy;
 
“I'll light up the eyes of your ravished wife;
Restore your son's tone and vigor,
And be, for that frail athlete of life,
Oil that toughens grappler fiber.

"Into you I’ll fall, vegetal ambrosia,
The eternal Sower’s precious sown grain,
So poems that arise from our love,
May soar to God like a fine bloom!”

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