Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov

Moscow
Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov
Moscow

The Vineyard Of Dionysus

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Dionysus walks his vineyard, his beloved;
Two women in dark clothing - two vintagers - follow him.
Dionysus tells the two mournful guards - The vintagers:
"Take your sharp knife, my vintners, Grief and Torment;
Harvest, Grief and Torment, my beloved grapes!
Gather the blood of scarlet bunches, the tears of my golden clusters -
Take the victim of bliss to the whetstone of grief,
The purple of suffering to the whetstone of bliss;
Pour the fervent liquid of scarlet delights into my ardent Grail!"
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COMMENTS
Eithne Queen of Celts 22 March 2008
In other terms, be moderated, don't drink too much alcohol.It first entices you, makes you feel on cloud number nine, and then you become addicted, and though you feel the danger you can hardly step back.Wise poem.
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