The evening was in
Breeze
And a cluster of nightingales
In competition
Sang:
On the brick wall of the
Garden
We sate ourselves with
Pitchers of wine
Let
The pitchers cool in the
Night breeze and
In the night cold
The moon raised its head
To see us two
You and I my friend:
We both drank wine
Sipping slowly
No need of dance
Satyrs and fauns
Nymphs and Graces
We just had wine
And
That was enough:
We nodded to the moon
To come
And it came and sate
With us
Drank wine
Sipping
Its white face reddened
And we three sat there
Hearing midnight strike and
The after-hours:
Sometimes a rattling
Skeleton:
We saw
We heard
We three of us
Originally sipping wine.
Evening! ! ! Muse of the night! ! ! ! ! ! Drinking wine. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful. I love the double meaning of sate. Phonetically sounds like the psst tense of sit but its also referring to sateity....satisfaction....rest...relaxed and enjoying. Great poem. And of course the moon joining in the fun is just perfect metaphor
Fantastic imagery and display of romanticism. Congratulations on Poem of the Day.
the evening dark and the lights around, the breeze and the smell of wine around, the friend and sweet conversation around, the music of winds and beauty around- all are the romantic feelings; beautiful poem shared; congrats for being selected this poem as POD...5*****
The moon raised its head To see us two You and I my friend: We both drank wine Sipping slowly No need of dance Satyrs and fauns Nymphs and Graces We just had wine And That was enough: /// beautifully described the tranquilized evening breeze;
The poem gets the highest rating from me,5 stars ***** Heartiest congratulations on your porm's selection as the 'Member Poem of the Day'.
A beautiful description of a peaceful 'evening in breeze'! 'And we three sat there Hearing midnight strike and The after-hours: Sometimes a rattling Skeleton: We saw We heard We three of us Originally sipping wine.' - Loved the way the poem came to an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when you have one sip too much, you can no longer distinguish everything properly, then the strangest things happen, especially after midnight and in the after hours. Crystal clearly composed cutest creation with a bottle of wine constantly greatest celebration......5 Stars Full Vote! CONGRATULATIONS being The Member Poem Of The Day. Hooray!