Emily Dickinson's Poetry
I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed
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 the landlord 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! (http://www.shortpoems.org/emily_dickinson/i_taste_liquor_never_brewed.html) Hope is the thing with feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest sea, Yet never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. (http://www.shortpoems.org/emily_dickinson/hope_is_the_thing_with_feathers.html) Much Madness
Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur,—you’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain. (http://www.shortpoems.org/emily_dickinson/much_madness.html) |
Links to pictures:
http://www.sclfcca.com/Jordan.htm
http://www.clker.com/clipart-7130.html
http://sweetclipart.com/cute-blue-bird-clip-art-14
http://prayersforthefamily.blogspot.com/2013/01/anger.html
http://cafepadre.blogspot.com/2012/01/stones-of-rememberance.html
http://www.sclfcca.com/Jordan.htm
http://www.clker.com/clipart-7130.html
http://sweetclipart.com/cute-blue-bird-clip-art-14
http://prayersforthefamily.blogspot.com/2013/01/anger.html
http://cafepadre.blogspot.com/2012/01/stones-of-rememberance.html