Emily Dickinson's "I taste a liquor never brewed" is about getting completely drunk—not on booze, but on life. On a glorious summer day, the poem's speaker imagines drinking so deeply and joyously of nature's beauty that even the angels run to their windows to watch the speaker's happy shenanigans. First appearing in 1861 in the newspaper the Springfield Daily Republican, this is one of only a few of Dickinson's poems published in her lifetime (though, as usual, the editors of the paper where it was first published messed around with her distinctive style).
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1I taste a liquor never brewed –
2From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
3Not all the Frankfort Berries
4Yield such an Alcohol!
5Inebriate of air – am I –
6And Debauchee of Dew –
7Reeling – thro' endless summer days –
8From inns of molten Blue –
9When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
10Out of the Foxglove's door –
11When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –
12I shall but drink the more!
13Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
14And Saints – to windows run –
15To see the little Tippler
16Leaning against the – Sun!
1I taste a liquor never brewed –
2From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
3Not all the Frankfort Berries
4Yield such an Alcohol!
5Inebriate of air – am I –
6And Debauchee of Dew –
7Reeling – thro' endless summer days –
8From inns of molten Blue –
9When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
10Out of the Foxglove's door –
11When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –
12I shall but drink the more!
13Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
14And Saints – to windows run –
15To see the little Tippler
16Leaning against the – Sun!
I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I –
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!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
And Saints – to windows run –
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Drunken Bees — Though Dickinson isn't being literal in this poem, bees can, in fact, get a little tipsy when drinking nectar that has fermented. Check out this article to learn more!
Dickinson's Handwriting — See the original manuscript of the poem.
A reading of the poem — A reader with a slight Irish accent performs the poem—in a different version. Spot the differences!
Dickinson's Life — Additional biographical information on Dickinson, plus links to more of her poems, from the Poetry Foundation.
The Emily Dickinson Museum — Take a look at the museum housed in Dickinson's former home in Amherst, Massachusetts.