“Inebriate of Air—am I—
And Debauchee of Dew—
Reeling—thro endless summer days—
From inns of Molten Blue—”
—Emily Dickinson, “I taste a liquor never brewed” (#214), 1924.
“Inebriate of Air—am I—
And Debauchee of Dew—
Reeling—thro endless summer days—
From inns of Molten Blue—”
—Emily Dickinson, “I taste a liquor never brewed” (#214), 1924.
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