Always be drunk.
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
get drunk and stay that way.
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake upon the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans or rolls or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the clockwill answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"