Blood and Wine

This song came about from some chance occurrences. The first was at an event in college where a professor happened to read the poem, The Agony, by George Herbert (shown below). I hadn’t previously known of Herbert, but that poem subsequently became a favorite of mine. Next, years later, I was visiting with my cousin who mentioned she was writing a poem a day for several weeks. I was on the lookout for song material and had the idea to make her poetry into a song. From working with her poetry, I then got the idea to do the same thing with this George Herbert poem. 

 

In the beginningthis song came together quickly. I probably finished around 80% within a couple months (it helped having Herbert’s work to start with). Finishing the last 20% was the opposite experience though and took an additional few years (perhaps fitting to the poem’s title!). In particular, a few of the lyrics did not come together for some time.

 

In making this song, I didn’t want to be appropriating someone else’s work. However, since George Herbert lived 400 years ago and his poetry is in the public domain, I felt good considering this a collaboration across centuries.

 

The Agony

by George Herbert

 

Philosophers have measured mountains,


Fathomed the depths of seas, of states, and kings,


Walked with a staff to heav’n, and traced fountains:

But there are two vast, spacious things,


The which to measure it doth more behove:


Yet few there are that sound them; 

Sin and Love.



 

Who would know Sin, let him repair


Unto Mount Olivet; there shall he see


A man so wrung with pains, that all his hair,


His skin, his garments bloody be.


Sin is that press and vice, which forceth pain


To hunt his cruel food through ev’ry vein.



 

Who knows not Love, let him assay


And taste that juice, which on the cross a pike


Did set again abroach; then let him say


If ever he did taste the like.


Love is that liquor sweet and most divine,


Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.

Blood and Wine

 

I’ve gazed upon the heavens

I’ve fathomed the depths of seas

I’ve watched times of kings

and tasted far fountains

but I’ve found the measure of 

better are sin and love

 

he who knew no wrong 

on the mount, the wrong, he would repair

there hung the beloved son

bloodied thorns in his hair

forgiveness, here was its price 

being pressed from his life

 

who has not known love? 

come taste and see

if you could ever find the like

or the measure of its deeps 

this love, how divine 

that to my god is blood but me is wine