Lyric Poem · Happiness
I taste a liquor never brewed
by Emily Dickinson · 1890
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!
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Quick facts
- Poem
- I taste a liquor never brewed
- Poet
- Emily Dickinson
- Published
- 1890
- Length
- 16 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Happiness, Nature, Funny
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 16 lines · 4 quatrains
- Line length
- Lines run 6-8 syllables (median 7). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Emily Dickinson1830–1886
- Source record
- WikisourceI taste a liquor never brewed by emily-dickinson, Wikisource transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- 1890
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 c824d540d3ff1f91…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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