The poem read also as an hymn for me because of its musicality and rhyme which I became aware of when I first read the poem out loud. In this sense, I guess that we, the readers who are able to share beauty through words, are rewarded with the admittance in Dickinson's house of possibility and poetry.
I read line after line as an invocation to beauty in all its natural forms until I got drunk with it, until I, the reader, was able to reach the heavens and join its inhabitants, Seraphs and Saints, along with Emily, who is writing from there. Dickinsonįor me, this is an hymn to poetry and what is sacred about the act of writing.
"I taste a liquor never brewed" a poem by E. When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –
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