• Because I could not Stop for Death
  • Death Sets a Thing Significant
  • Each Ecstatic Instant
  • I felt a Funeral in the Brain
  • I Cannot Live With You
  • I died for Beauty
  • I Measure Every Grief
  • I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed
  • It was Not Death
  • Hope is the Thing with Feathers
  • T'is so Much Joy
  • Success is Counted Sweetest
  • Much Madness
  • No Time to Hate
  • Hungry all These Years
  • I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died
  • God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird
  • I'm Nobody
  • 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, 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!

     

     

    By: Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson Poems