Emily Dickinson 1830--1886. The flower named Emily Dickinson Emily’s handwriting

Emily Dickinson

1830--1886

The flower named Emily Dickinson

Emily’s handwriting

This is the house where Emily was born .

This is Emily’s resting place

This is the place where Emily spent her days and nights.

Emily’s house

This is the world Emily loved to live in

This is Emily’s world.

They were Emily’s dear friends.

I taste a liquor never brewed,From tankards scooped in pearl;Not all the vats upon the RhineYield 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 beeOut 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 tipplerLeaning against the sun!     

The Rhine River

Inebriate of air am I,And debauchee of dew,Reeling, through endless summer days,From inns of molten blue.