Catherine's pick
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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!
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 – thro' endless summer days –
From inns of molten Blue –
And Debauchee of Dew –
Reeling – thro' 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!
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 –
And Saints – to windows run –
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun –
I thought about sharing another poem I deeply love, 640 "I cannot live with you," but I chose the one above because it is ED as naturalist (and theolgian of nature) at her most playful and passionate, and the poem brings me joy.
Thank you, English 357, for allowing me to share this time with you. It has been wonderful.
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