Mad Mentors Of The Drunken Binges, Poem by Liza Sud
Mad Mentors Of The Drunken Binges,
Mad mentors of the drunken binges,
and the conductors of sweet-honey islands...
the Alpine meadows and their steaming
milk so admired by the clouds...
Friday, October 2, 2015
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4/26/2024 12:01:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow! This is pure lyricism. It's like hearing a song in a foreign language: you may not understand what is being said but you are fully lifted in spirits by the beauty of tones and rhythms. But I want to actually visit those SWEET-HONEY ISLANDS and ALPINE MEADOWS. What a relief from stress or disquiet those places would bring!