random but apropos

most mornings, but certainly not all, the Hub will select a volume of poetry nearest him, flick open the pages and land upon "the poem of the day." below is today's; and it's tasty!

Champagne Rosé!
Lily on liquid roses floating--
So floats yon foam o'er pink champagne--
Fain would I join such pleasant boating,
And prove that ruby main,
And float away on wine!

Those seas are dangerous, grabeards swear--
Whose sea-beach is the goblet's brim;
And true it is they down old Care--
But what care we for him,
So we but float on wine!

And tru it is they cross in pain,
Who sober cross the Stygian ferry;
But only make our Styx champagne,
And we shall cross right merry,
Floating away in wine!

Old Charon's self shall make him mellow,
then gayly row his boat from shore;
While we, and every jovial fellow,
Hear, unconcerned, the oar,
That dips itself in wine!

John Kenyon

{from The Household Book of Poetry, selected and edited by Charles A. Dana ... crumbling and falling apart as it is, still offering up gems!}