Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet
“I taste a liquor never brewed,” l. 5
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet
“I taste a liquor never brewed,” l. 5
