I taste a liquor never brewed

Monday, July 20, 2015

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!

I taste the liquor never brewed by Emily Dickinson

I naturally feel inebriated by air. This poem reminds me to appreciate my surroundings and take a moment to soak it all in. I absolutely feel an overwhelming sense of thrill and a zest for life. I thank Irrational Man by Woody Allen for introducing to me this incredibly eloquent poem by Emily Dickinson. These beautiful words perfectly illustrate my perception of life and my way of approaching life. Love the air. Breathe the air. Breathe in the joy of life.

Inebriate of air am I...