Beer Review Poem: Paulaner’s Hefe-Weizen Natural Wheat

After Rainer Maria Rilke’s The Panther

This vision, from the constantly pouring bottle,
has grown so thickly golden that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to me there are
a thousand Hefes and in front of them all, Paulaner’s.

As it fills my pint glass, over and over,
the rising of a pleasant, aromatic, puffy head
is like a ritual dance around the glass lip
in which a mighty thirst will soon partake.

Time after time, the mouthfeel of the brew
engages, subtly—. A perfect taste enters in,
rushes down over tested, tried taste buds,
wins over my heart and my mind.

Beer Review Poem: Paulaner’s Hefe-Weizen Natural Wheat

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