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He Ate and Drank the Precious Words by Emily Dickinson

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He Ate and Drank the Precious Words

by Emily Dickinson

He ate and drank the precious words,

His spirit grew robust;

He knew no more that he was poor,

Nor that his frame was dust.

He danced along the dingy days,

And this bequest of wings

Was but a book.  What liberty

A loosened spirit brings!

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Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson

“Wild nights…” by Emily Dickinson | Moving Poems

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!

Were I with thee

Wild Nights should be

Our luxury!

Futile – the Winds –

To a Heart in port –

Done with the Compass –

Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –

Ah, the Sea!

Might I but moor – Tonight –

In Thee! – Emily Dickinson

I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed by Emily Dickinson

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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 landlords turn the drunken bee

Out of the foxgloe’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!

Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower by Emily Dickinson

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Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower,

But I could never sell –

If you would like to borrow,

Until the Daffodil

Unties her yellow Bonnet

Beneath the village door,

Until the Bees, from Clover rows

Their Hock, and Sherry, draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,

But not an hour more! – Emily Dickinson

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense

by Emily Dickinson

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Much madness is divinest sense

To a discerning eye;

Much sense the starkest madness.

‘Tis the majority

In this, as all, prevails.

Assent, and you are sane;

Demur – you’re straightway dangerous

And handled with a chain.