Fortunate steak on the plate here before me,
Fortunate beast at the end of your day.
Your problem is how now to mix with the red wine,
Not how to behave with the wife of the neighbour
When he is away.
Fortunate beast did you never eye her
Through hay that is yellow as red wine is red?
Were you never trapped in a love that’s forbidden:
The love of a lonely bull for the cow of another bull
Who’s away from his shed?
We’re both on the tumbril, my steak here and I.
We’re both on the tumbril that leads God knows where.
He melts in his red wine as I in my vision
Of kisses, of kisses, of kisses, of kisses;
Kisses entangled in hair.
Fortunate beast at the end of your day.
Your problem is how now to mix with the red wine,
Not how to behave with the wife of the neighbour
When he is away.
Fortunate beast did you never eye her
Through hay that is yellow as red wine is red?
Were you never trapped in a love that’s forbidden:
The love of a lonely bull for the cow of another bull
Who’s away from his shed?
We’re both on the tumbril, my steak here and I.
We’re both on the tumbril that leads God knows where.
He melts in his red wine as I in my vision
Of kisses, of kisses, of kisses, of kisses;
Kisses entangled in hair.
RAE, 10 October 1974
Fortunate steak on the plate here before me,
Fortunate beast at the end of your day.
Your problem is how now to mix with the red wine,
Not how to behave with the wife of the neighbour
When he is away.
Fortunate beast did you never eye her
Through hay that is yellow as red wine is red?
Were you never trapped in a love that’s forbidden:
The love of a lonely bull for the cow of another bull
Who’s away from his shed?
We’re both on the tumbril, my steak here and I.
We’re both on the tumbril that leads God knows where.
He melts in his red wine as I in my vision
Of kisses, of kisses, of kisses, of kisses;
Kisses entangled in hair.
Fortunate beast at the end of your day.
Your problem is how now to mix with the red wine,
Not how to behave with the wife of the neighbour
When he is away.
Fortunate beast did you never eye her
Through hay that is yellow as red wine is red?
Were you never trapped in a love that’s forbidden:
The love of a lonely bull for the cow of another bull
Who’s away from his shed?
We’re both on the tumbril, my steak here and I.
We’re both on the tumbril that leads God knows where.
He melts in his red wine as I in my vision
Of kisses, of kisses, of kisses, of kisses;
Kisses entangled in hair.
RAE, 10 October 1974