…will you find the first version as it had been penned originally so many decades ago. The dotted lines have been added to indicate whence the sonnets come:
O, my sweetest love,
Share thou with me
The sweet Xerex
Which I do proclaim
As the nectar which
Returneth me to
Thee, my sweetest love.
Quiet my restless mind
With the still, sweet
Grape which is the
Blood of lovers and
Of conquerers.
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Such is the stuff
That would quiet my
Mind and my heart
For thee, and ease
Thy pain easily
With a pure flavor,
And with little regret
From thyne Angels’ heart.
Remember thou, my love
That even in this
Cruel
Earth there art
Those elements which
Heal in their right
Proportions.
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Remember thou, my sweetest
Love, that many
Forms Are yielded
Up by the Fickle
Grape: The subjective
Grape yields
Up poison and
Medicine for the
Soul.
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As Baudelaire, my
Father, my twin,
My dearest
Poet knew this drink was
Fine; so shall I
Proclaim: My sweetest
Love, As my
Devoted, As my
Servant, As my
Slave; bring thou
Me of the sweetest Xerex
Grape and I
Shall become returned
To that which
Thou most admireth.
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But, that thou shouldst
Know: Once I have To
thine arms return’d
Thou shalt be my
Wine and my
crystal.
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Thou shalt be
Mine Angel–superior
To all the grape is
Able to be.
I shall thenceforth
Drink of thee,
My love and I
Should never again want
For wine.
Much has in me been yielded up by that fine grape so many long years ago.