I bring ye wine from above,
from the vats of the storied sun;
for every one of yer love,
and life for every one.
Wine comes in at the mouth
and love comes in at the eye;
that’s all we shall know for truth
before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
A Drinking Song, William Butler Yeats
all photos by
Kier Cooke Sandvik --
I need you like a cure for the common hangover.