<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353533" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rotgut</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor<br>the moon by night. Psalm 121</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a hillside scattered with temples broken<br>under the dogday sun, my friend and I drank<br>local wine at nightfall and ate grapeleaves<br>in goat-yogurt glaze. The living grape vines<br>bore fruit overhead. Beyond our balcony,<br>beyond the Turkish rooftops, an old moon<br>touched Venus at one tip. This vintage,<br>he said, would melt pig iron. But I wondered,<br>were we drunk enough, and he said no. I took him,<br>staggering and laughing, in my arms, and soon,<br>with snow at nightfall easing off,<br>another old moon slid into the hill<br>behind my dead friend’s house. He loved<br>that smear of light cast back on it from earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brooks+Haxton">Brooks Haxton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353533" data-title="Rotgut de Brooks Haxton" data-description="The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. Psalm 121 On a hillside scattered with temples broken under the dogday sun, my friend and I drank local wine at nightfall and ate grapeleaves in goat-yogurt glaze. The living grape vines..."></div> </div> </div>

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