‘Inebriate of Air Am I, Debauchee of Dew!’

I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed
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 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!

The Little Match Girl
The Little Match Girl Hans Christian Andersen (trans. H....

Anonymous

I enjoyed this poem because I am a metier of reading poems. (That was the fanciest word I could think of along with verbatim)
http://firasd.org Firas

Sad fact: I had to look up metier (did you know it had an acute accent? métier)
JPG

I, too, needed to look up métier. I’m more of a dilettante. It’s June now and this poem filled the day so well. A deep breath, a pat to the brow of my dog and a reading aloud of the words.

– jpgaskell

BTW, once the title was entered, this was Google’s first choice!
JPG

‘Twas not the title of the poem I entered, it was the first two lines of the 2nd stanza instead.

– jpgaskell
http://firasd.org Firas

well you got here eventually and that’s the important part

Firas Durri