Li Po (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.
Li Po
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Read poems about / on: heaven, night, sorrow
Poems by Li Po : 2 / 112
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captivating moments and the parting phrase is mystical
The sacred act of drinking ourselves to oblivion..^_^
our lives over countless eons, seen through wine-warmed eyes
Very thought provoking