I taste a liquor never brewed— by Emily Dickinson

The variety in my file of poems is rapidly decreasing, but I see that we haven’t heard from Miss Emily in a while, so here you go.

I taste a liquor never brewed—
By Emily Dickinson

I taste a liquor never brewed—
From Tankards scooped in Pearl—
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of Air—am I—
And Debauchee of Dew—
Reeling—thro endless summer days—
From inns of Molten Blue—

When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove’s door—
When Butterflies—renounce their “drams”—
I shall but drink the more!

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats—
And Saints—to windows run—
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the—Sun—

3 comments:

  1. Judith Lerner, 17. April 2008, 15:03

    Many thanks. I thank you and Emily thanks you. Yesterday I decided to put Emily on Google alert and today you brought her to me on a day when April air is an inebriating intoxicant here in Toledo,OH. Do send mea poem every day. How long have you been sharing what you love? I get author of the day courtesy Garrison Keillor’s group. Allow me to send you a Sara Teasdale.
    To Arcturus Returning
    Arcturus, with the spring returning.
    I love you best; I cannot tell
    Why, save that your recurrent burning
    Is spring’s most punctual miracle.

    You bring with you all longed-for things,
    Birds with their song,leaves with their stir,
    And you,beyone all other stars,
    Have been man’s comforter.
    Thanks again, Judith Lerner

     
  2. Judith Lerner, 17. April 2008, 15:11

    Has my comment reached you?

     
  3. rinabeana, 17. April 2008, 21:00

    Hi Judith,

    Thank you so much for commenting! I’m sorry it took me a little while to approve it. I get so much spam that I only automatically approve comments from registered users. I manually approve other comments, which aren’t spam.

    I have been posting a PotD for several years now, and only miss occasionally when life really gets in the way. I’ve posted over 1200 poems over the last few years, all of which are archived alphabetically by title and author (see links to the right). I started this on my livejournal, and haven’t fully transferred everything over here yet, though.

    Thanks for the Teasdale poem. Look for it tomorrow!

     

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