THE SOUL OF WINE<br > V~rithin the bottle s depths， the wine s soul sang one night:<br > "Dear disinheriteds， I give you willingly<br > "From my imprisoning glass which scarlet wax seals tight<br > "An anthem full of light and warm fratemit3，!<br > "I know how much it takes on hillsides turned to flame<br > "Of labor and of sweat， of cooking suns to fuel<br > "And fructify my life and give my soul a name.<br > "I m not ungrateful， no; my nature is not cruel.<br > ~I 11 take enormous joy in pouring like a wave<br > "Into the mouth of one whose work has made him old.<br >: "His overheated chest is like a gentle grave;<br > "And I ll be happier there than in the cellar s cold.<br > ~Do you hear Sunday choirs that echo in my throat，<br > ， And hope that babbles in my palpitating breast?<br >"" "With elbows by your plate and sleeves rolled on 3 our coat<br > "You ll glorify me as you put your cares to rest..."<br > Charles Baudelalre<br > TRANSLATED BY LESLIE H. a， VI-II I rEN<br >