A daily poem from the complete works of Emily Dickinson.
You are currently browsing articles tagged wine.
Exhilaration — is within –
There can no Outer Wine
So royally intoxicate
As that diviner Brand
The Soul achieves — Herself –
To drink — or set away
For Visitor — Or Sacrament –
‘Tis not of Holiday
To stimulate a Man
Who hath the Ample Rhine
Within his Closet — Best you can
Exhale in offering.
Do you have a Nook? Get the Daily Dickinson Nook Screensaver collection!
Tags: achieves, ample, best, brand, closet, diviner, drink, exhale, exhileration, herself, holiday, intoxicate, man, offering, outer, rhine, royalty, sacrament, soul, stimulate, visitor, wine, within
I should have been too glad, I see –
Too lifted — for the scant degree
Of Life’s penurious Round –
My little Circuit would have shamed
This new Circumference — have blamed –
The homelier time behind.
I should have been too saved — I see –
Too rescued — Fear too dim to me
That I could spell the Prayer
I knew so perfect — yesterday –
That Scalding One — Sabachthani –
Recited fluent — here –
Earth would have been too much — I see –
And Heaven — not enough for me –
I should have had the Joy
Without the Fear — to justify –
The Palm — without the Calvary –
So Savior — Crucify –
Defeat — whets Victory — they say –
The Reefs — in old Gethsemane –
Endear the Coast — beyond!
‘Tis Beggars — Banquets — can define –
‘Tis Parching — vitalizes Wine –
“Faith” bleats — to understand!
Tags: banquests, beggars, behind, beyond, blamed, bleats, calvary, circuit, circumference, coast, crucify, defeat, define, degree, dim, earth, endear, enough, faith, fear, fluent, getsemane, glad, heaven, homelier, joy, justify, Life, lifted, little, old, one, palm, parching, penurious, perfect, prayer, recited, reefs, rescued, round, sabachtani, saved, savior, scalding, scant, shamed, should, spell, time, understand, victory, vitalizes, wine, yesterday
In Ebon Box, when years have flown
To reverently peer,
Wiping away the velvet dust
Summers have sprinkled there!
To hold a letter to the light –
Grown Tawny now, with time –
To con the faded syllables
That quickened us like Wine!
Perhaps a Flower’s shrivelled check
Among its stores to find –
Plucked far away, some morning –
By gallant — mouldering hand!
A curl, perhaps, from foreheads
Our Constancy forgot –
Perhaps, an Antique trinket –
In vanished fashions set!
And then to lay them quiet back –
And go about its care –
As if the little Ebon Box
Were none of our affair!
Tags: affair, antique, box, care, check, constancy, curl, dust, ebon, faded, fashions, find, flower, flown, foreheads, forgot, gallent, hand, letter, light, morning, mouldering, none, peer, plucked, quickened, quiet, reverently, shrivelled, sprinkled, stores, summers, syllables, tawny, time, tricket, vanished, velvet, wine, wiping, years
These are the days when Birds come back –
A very few — a Bird or two –
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume
The old — old sophistries of June –
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee –
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief.
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear –
And softly thro’ the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.
Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze –
Permit a child to join.
Thy sacred emblems to partake –
They consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!
Tags: air, back, backward, bee, belief, birds, blue, bread, child, communion, consecreated, days, emblems, few, fraud, gold, haze, immortal, leaf, look, mistake, plausibility, sacrament, sacred, seeds, skies, sophistries, summer, timid, wine, witness
