Wine Poem: I Drink By Witter Bynner
Wine is a worship…
Blue peas
Are set in rows
In pods of lapis lazuli
When gods eat,
And though oysters
Are white as dawn and singing
From the sea —
The hearts of humming-jbirds
Are black as a storm
In summer.
Categories: Spirituality
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