And is it not a gesture grand <br /> To drink oneself to death? <br />Oh sure 'tis I can understand, <br /> Being of sober breath. <br />And so I do not sing success, <br /> But dirge the damned who fall, <br />And who contempt for life express <br /> Through alcohol. <br /> <br />Of Stephen Foster and of Poe, <br /> Of Burns and Wilde I think; <br />And weary men who dared to go <br /> The wanton way of drink. <br />Strange mortals blind to bitter blame, <br /> And deaf to loud delight, <br />Who from the shades of sin and shame <br /> Enstar our night. <br /> <br />Among those dupes of destiny <br /> Add D.T. to my list, <br />Although his verse you may agree <br /> Leaves one in mental mist . . . <br />Oh ye mad poets, loth of life, <br /> Who peace in death divine, <br />Pass not by pistol, poison, knife,-- <br /> Drown, drown in wine!<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dylan/
