August 16

[wordsmnglesouls]

I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!

Till

Comments

[ag_illusion]

Sure, though I wonder if you'll mind the kind of hours I usually keep.

[wordsmnglesouls]

Hm, probably not. I keep quite unusual hours myself.

[nono_baddog]

...I don't get it.

[wordsmnglesouls]

Poetry's open to free interpretation. There's nothing in particular to "get", I don't think.

[kobudoka]

... I'm sure it could be put in more straightforward terms.

[ooc: Hiyo refuses to admit that his English is not quite up to standard XD]

[wordsmnglesouls]

It could, but I think pragmatism defies the point of art, no?

[ooc: lol He's so cute. <3]

[kobudoka]

Something overly ornate is unpleasant, though.

[sanada_g]

I prefer Japanese poetry.