- Phil, stoned mountain cultivator, drinking stiff, poet by habit and lover by heart:
- I write this letter 1 A.M. after having dissipated all Sat— slept in, went to the
beach, played chess with Layeh watching Carol Burnett Show. Read a little Jacob’s Room
(by Virginia Woolf), but didn’t write my paper, didn’t plan class for next week, didn’t
read Dryden. Just ate well and Sat around. Now it’s Sun, so now I write.
- Poems I have
- written under
- the influence
- of wine but wine poem
- I don’t know.
- As you know wine
- is influential but
- has no real
- How’s that? You can use it if it ain’t contraire to your
theme if you want. Call it “Virgin Spring.” No— call
it “From the editor.” Would you believe “Study in Pink &
Blue”? “South African Kinship”? “Down on the docks”?
“Why Did the Chicken”? How about “This is just to say”? (Wm. C. Williams)?
Yes, I like that. Has a nice ring to it.
I swear this is unpremeditated.
- A Poem for the Gewürztraminer
- A love of gobs
- on the wine (pronounced “vine”)
- of Gewürztraminer
- Gee how I’d love to mash you,
- my little German beauties,
- and rack you, and drain you into bottles,
- in my search for the final secret.
- —Up. It’s 9:42 A.M., Sun.. Do you get KFAT in Lodi?
Near 94 FM: soft Country and Assorted good music.
- Sonoma Gewürztraminer
- Gothic exubers,
- incandescent hills,
- Twelfth reincarn
- of First Reich stock;
- Stoned trolls
- encrusted with jewels
- of juicy Gewürztraminer.
- Cut em back to make em grow
- Crush em up to make em flow
- Enough. Thanks for your offer. If I get up there,
- when I get up there, I’ll buy a glass.
- Tom Sharp
30 January 1977