Beer in the Bible

Ancient Israelites, with the possible exception of a few teetotaling Nazirites and their moms, proudly drank beer—and lots of it. Men, women and even children of all social classes drank it. Its consumption in ancient Israel was encouraged, sanctioned and intimately linked with their religion. Even Yahweh, according to the Hebrew Bible, consumed at least half a hin of beer (approximately 2 liters, or a six-pack) per day through the cultic ritual of libation, and he drank even more on the Sabbath (Numbers 28:7–10).    via

100 Love Sonnets : Pablo Neruda : Sonnet 18

XVIII

Through mountains you move as moves the breeze
or as the sudden stream from under snow
or your hair flaring, yes, flickering,
the high banners of an enraptured sun.

All the light of the Caucasus falls over your body
whirling like liquid in a bowl
in which the water changes shape and song
as with the river’s every open move.

Through the mountain flows the old warrior’s road
and below –shining fiercely like a sword–
the water, between the walls of the valley’s hands

until you receive from the forests, suddenly,
the branch of lightning, stroke of blue flowers,
the precious arrow of the forest’s smell.

by Pablo Neruda
tr by Bethany Wilkins and Remy Wilkins

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The Mischievous Girl : Arthur Rimbaud

The Mischievous Girl

In the burnished dining room, that scent,
one of varnish, the other fruit, at ease
I picked at dinner, some unknown Belgian
thing, and in my immense chair I am amazed.

Happy and quiet before the clock while eating.
Then the kitchen door opened with a swoosh;
heat the servant girl came, I don’t know why,
her scarf askew, wearing a smart hairdo.

Then, while running her trembling finger
on her cheek, a velvet peach, rose and white,
with this she made her lips a childlike pout,

she stacked the plates beside me, for just a sec.
Then, as happensfor a kiss, of course
she whispered “Look here, I’ve caught a cold upon my cheek.”

by Arthur Rimbaud
tr by Remy Wilkins