I came across this poem today and thought it was sexy & lovely & and all things wonderful (it’s even a little… dirty). I’m not a huge Yeats fan, but this is too good not to share. xo-m
A Drinking Song, William Butler Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.