The Street

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of / a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, / drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, / the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything / that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is / singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and / wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be / drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be / continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish
Be Drunk, Charles Baudelaire

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