What price, a glass of wine? What price a word?
How does one measure weight, or wait for measure.
The currency of curses never heard,
All worthless treasure:
But kindness is a ruby-sweet device,
An unstopped vintage, poured without design.
So tell me then the worth of words: what price
A glass of wine?
This is another poem I wrote for a patron of mine, the only remuneration I sought being a single glass of wine. He was very kind enough to provide a bottle. In some respects, I think it’s much more civilised than writing for money.