Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed

Poem 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, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

When the landlord 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!

Comments about I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed by Emily Dickinson

  • * Sunprincess * (9/29/2015 2:28:00 PM)

    ............very nice with beautiful imagery of nature ★(Report)Reply

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  • Eric Ericson (1/19/2015 7:23:00 AM)

    the love of nature,

    I lost myself in the woods one day
    and now I find
    I must return and search for myself(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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