Poem of the day

Fragment written on the back of the manuscript to Don Juan
by Lord Byron (1788-1824)

I would to Heaven that I were so much clay,
⁠         As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling—
Because at least the past were passed away,
⁠         And for the future—(but I write this reeling,
Having got drunk exceedingly to-day,
⁠         So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling)
I say—the future is a serious matter—
And so—for God’s sake—hock and soda-water!

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