A Mountain Revelry Poem by Li Po
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.
The sacred act of drinking ourselves to oblivion..^_^ our lives over countless eons, seen through wine-warmed eyes
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8/6/2026 3:53:51 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
With the earth and the heaven as close companion, what more would one desire along with wine?