He is life's liberating force.
He is release of limbs and communion through dance.
He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep!
When his blood bursts from the grape
and flows across tables laid in his honor
to fuse with our blood,
he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows
of ivy-cool sleep.
He is release of limbs and communion through dance.
He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep!
When his blood bursts from the grape
and flows across tables laid in his honor
to fuse with our blood,
he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows
of ivy-cool sleep.
( Euripides )
[ The Bacchae ]
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