"THE THREE BUNCHES
The vine has three bunches, Hyacinth.
Drink of the first the clear delight;
Drink of the second the brief, gentle oblivion;
And... drink no more:

For the third is sleep, and with a keen gaze
In the black sleep watches, from one side,
Know, the sorrow; and loudly cries a mute
Lament already wept."

Poet • Italy • 19th century

• Bunches
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