Thursday, July 26, 2007

The Little Tippler

Though I was very happy when I wrote my last blog post, I noticed that for the remainder of the day I remained restive and vaguely melancholy. At night, hoping to raise my spirits, I began reading some of Emily Dickinson's poetry again. I also read the book's foreword about the reclusive poet and her life. I learnt something I never knew. All of Dickinson's work, save seven anonymous verses, were published only posthumously. There is indication in some of her later poems of the recognition of this as a fact, and indeed resignation to it. I cannot begin to imagine how she must have felt. So much for my restlessness!!!

But I continue in the vein of sanguinity...

"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-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."
~ Emily Dickinson.

2 comments:

roller coaster teacher said...

I found your blog in "random" next blog style. What a treat! Not many people write as you do. I'm sorry to report that I'm in the half of the world that's never read your favorite writer's works, but I'll keep an eye out and try it some day. Good luck on your literary endeavors, on and off the blogs. Thanks for sharing music and poetry.

Asha Stephen said...

Thank you very much. It is very rarely that I get compliments on my blog... but you give me hope :)