Inebriate of air am I…

 

 

Who else can elevate your spirit on a grumpy Wednesday morning?! Emily’s poetry works as a magic potion. The mood monsters that can slow you and dull you are spirited away and thrown out of the window by a Dickinson poem. This one did spirit me up today!

 

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.

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How happy they are! The dragon flies!

Little ballerinas and acrobats,reeling through endless Summer blues from inns of molten blue!

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When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove’s door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!

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shh… Someone’s spying the butterfly!

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Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!

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Let me go, seize the day and taste the liquor never brewed, be a tippler and lean against the Sun! May seraphs and saints run to the window to catch a glimpse of me… Here’s to a Happy day!

 

 

2 thoughts on “Inebriate of air am I…

  1. Pure delight! I love the way you’ve interspersed the words of the poem with your photos and observations. Once again, the good Ms. Dickinson captures the world’s magic, and helps us to do the same.

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