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William Blake - But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance

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But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: <br /> They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming, <br /> In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires, <br /> In pits and dens and shades of death, in shapes of torment and woe: <br /> The plates and screws and racks and saws and cords and fires and cisterns <br /> The cruel joys of Luvah's Daughters, lacerating with knives <br /> And whips their victims, and the deadly sport of Luvah's Sons. <br /> <br /> They dance around the dying and they drink the howl and groan, <br /> They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another: <br /> These are the sports of love, and these the sweet delights of amorous play, <br /> Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster, the last sigh <br /> Of the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of Luvah.----<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-in-the-wine-presses-the-human-grapes-sing-no/

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