Poetry and the consumption of alcohol usually go hand in hand. And the American poet Francis Saltus Saltus was a perfect example of that theory. The born New Yorker was a big fan of booze and even started his own drinking posse, that would gather at Billy Moulds’ bar in Manhattan’s University Place. Saltus and his company were much into absinthe and other exotic drinks, including expensive French wines. About one of those, the Château Margaux, he wrote a poem. This wine is known as one of the best Bordeaux wines, even received the Premier Cru status and definitely worth an ode.
Château Margaux (Francis Saltus Saltus)
There is a power within the succulent grape
That made thee, stronger than all human power.
It baffles death in its exulting hour,
And leaves its victim fortune to escape.
Thy cheering drops can magically drape
Atrocious thoughts of doom with bloom and flower,
Turning to laughing calm care’s torment sour,
And flooding dreams with many a gentle shape.
Extatic hope and resurrection lie
In thy consoling beauty, and whene’er
Pale mortals sip thee, bringing soothing peace,
I see a blue and orange-scented sky,
A warm beach blest by God’s untainted air,
Circling the snowy parapets of Nice!