Now brim your glass and plant it well Beneath your nose on the table, And you will find what philosophers tell Of I and non-I is no fable. Now listen to wisdom, my son! Myself am the subject, This wine is the object; These things are two; But I'll prove to you That subject and object are one. I take this glass in my hand, and stand Upon my legs, if I can, And look and smile, benign and bland, And feel that I am a man. Now stretch all the strength of your brains! I drinkand the object Is lost in the subject; Making one entity In the identity Of me and the wine in my veins! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE AN OLD CASTLE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FARMER'S WIFE by BERTON BRALEY ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 3. PALACE OF THE GNOMES by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS |