(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

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A Mountain Revelry

To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,
We drained a hundred jugs of wine.
A splendid night it was . . . .
In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,
But at last drunkenness overtook us;
And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,
The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002


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  • glen glens (3/31/2007 10:41:00 PM)

    captivating moments and the parting phrase is mystical

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  • Jeremy Yamashiro (6/16/2006 2:43:00 PM)

    The sacred act of drinking ourselves to oblivion..^_^
    our lives over countless eons, seen through wine-warmed eyes

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  • Andrea Claridge (3/30/2006 5:13:00 PM)

    Very thought provoking

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