Heaven Poems: 16 / 500

A Mountain Revelry

Rating: 3.0

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.

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajesh Thankappan 21 May 2016

With the earth and the heaven as close companion, what more would one desire along with wine?

0 0 Reply
* Sunprincess * 13 September 2015

............a wonderful evening of fun and revelry ?

0 0 Reply
glen glens 31 March 2007

captivating moments and the parting phrase is mystical

4 5 Reply
Jeremy Yamashiro 16 June 2006

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

7 2 Reply
Andrea Claridge 30 March 2006

Very thought provoking

3 5 Reply