Winebringer, more wine! Bring me some of that strong wine that no one else
Can drink. I want to become unconscious and free of this world for a while.
I know that there’s no safety from the perils of the sky,
With the siren harp of Venus and the bloody sword of Mars.
In this age of meanness and deceit, at the world’s table,
There is no place for joy. And the food is prepared with too much salt.
So drink wine and wash your palate, so your greedy thirst will go away.
translated by Thomas Rain Crowe
Wonderful!
Glad you think so.
Wine works wonders. 13.5% is my limit prior to this poem.
As a modified version of the old saying goes: whatever gets you through these times.