Could I Undrink The Poison of This Love

Could I Undrink The Poison of This Love

  Could I undrink the poison of this love,

Unwhisper of thy voice my memory,

Unwitch yon ghost whose vision from above

Invades my mind, evokes my misery,

  Could I unburry thee and from this grave,

This coffin in my brain, undig thine image,

Surrender thee to heaven and unslave

Me from the horrors of unholy homage,

  Then peaceful would my soul in blissful rapture

Soar through the realm of God’s eternal pardon,

Of Adam and of Eve—not of that creature

That tempted them to sin in Eden’s Garden;

  Thou vicious Love, thou serpent hast me slain:

As Abel am I butchered, cursed like Cain!

                                                                                                                                          Rolf-Peter Wille

                                                     (2008)

                                    

In this Shakespeare style sonnet I am playing with [a parody of] Early Modern ("Elizabethan") English.

I Like it Hot and Hearty

             I Like it Hot and Hearty

   I like it hot and hearty, straight and strong.

If this is wrong, then nothing else be right.

Let it taste fragrant, fresh and not too light.

If this proves right, then nothing else be wrong.

   Espresso, cappuccino italiano,

Latte macchiato? No such thing!

No mochachino or americano!

A cup of coffee—that’s my very drink.

   Here are the beans: arabica, one pound.

Grind bitterness, dispel your morbid mood.

Wake up and taste your treasure freshly ground.

Wake up and sip your treasure freshly brewed.

   A cup of coffee makes the mind grow rich.

No coffee leaves it dull and black as pitch.

                                                  Rolf-Peter Wille

                                                           (2007)

                          

Rolf-Peter Wille: The Coffee God, 1994