Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| I TASTE a liquor never brewed, | |
| From tankards scooped in pearl; | |
| Not all the vats upon the Rhine | |
| Yield such an alcohol! | |
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| Inebriate of air am I, | 5 |
| And debauchee of dew, | |
| Reeling, through endless summer days, | |
| From inns of molten blue. | |
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| When landlords turn the drunken bee | |
| Out of the foxglove’s door, | 10 |
| When butterflies renounce their drams, | |
| I shall but drink the more! | |
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| Till seraphs swing their snowy hats, | |
| And saints to windows run, | |
| To see the little tippler | 15 |
| Leaning against the sun! | |
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