"THE GIFT OF DIONYSUS And the largest bunch/ I eagerly picked,/ which weighed with ambrosia/ like the ineffable breast/ of a goddess/ given to the adolescent/ to rejoice and die there./ The grapes were alive/ with inexhaustible heat/ to my icy fingers./ I felt in my heart the scent/ of the torn vine leaf/ like a veil/ arcane that was splitting./ O Life, that seemed to me the first/ and the last of your gifts,/ and that my youthful teeth/ had never moved the pulp of rich/ fruit nor had my bloody lips/ ever drunk a wild/ sip./ I felt in my heart/ the scent of all the vineyards/ and the taste of all the musts,/ I had the sparkling harvests/ of all the fertile autumns/ in my heart and the feasts and songs/ the clash of dancing feet the sound/ of Phrygian flutes and Lesbos/ red with torches for the birth/ of wine and the choral wave/ and the step of the Lydian buskin./ O Life, when my mouth/ Virgin of kisses/ I gave to your nocturnal bunch."
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