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Join us throughout the month of FeBREWary 2017 for more coffee poetry
​by Emmett Lee Dickinson

(Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request)


By Emily Dickinson:

A long – long Sleep – A famous –
​     Sleep –
That makes no show for Morn –
By Stretch of Limb – or stir of Lid –
An independent One –
 
Was ever idleness like This?
Upon a Bank of Stone
To bask the Centuries away –
Nor once look up – for Noon?

 FEBREWARY 1

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
A long – long Sleep – An intense –
​     Sleep –
That makes no love for Morn –
With Stretch of Limb – and heavy Lid –
An inattentive Me –
 
Thus idleness is like This!
Until I Drink my Joe
To bask the Wooziness away –
And then get up – and Go!

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Without this – there is nought –
All other Riches be                       
As is the Twitter of a Bird –
Heard opposite the Sea –
 
I could not care – to gain
A lesser than the Whole –
For did not this include themself –
As Seams – include the Ball?
 
I wished a way might be
My Heart to subdivide –
'Twould magnify – the Gratitude –
And not reduce – the Gold –

FEBREWARY 2 

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Without this – there is nought –
All other Drinks be
As is the Twitter of a Bird –
Heard opposite the Sea –
 
I do not care – to drink
A lesser than a Joe –
For they do not include caffeine –
As Brew – and Espresso!
 
I wish a way might be
My Life to drink all day –
‘Twould magnify – my Attitude –
And then let loose – my Way –



​By Emily Dickinson:

 
He outstripped Time with but a Bout,
He outstripped Stars and Sun
And then, unjaded, challenged God
In presence of the Throne.
 
And He and He in mighty List
Unto this present, run,
The larger Glory for the less
A just sufficient Ring.

FEBREWARY 3 

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
I outstripped Time with but a Joe,
I outstripped Stars and Sun
And then, enlivened, went to Work
And outran Everyone.
 
And I, yes I, in mighty Life
Into the present, run,
To grab the Glory for myself
Until the second Cup.


​By Emily Dickinson:

 
It was a quiet seeming Day –
There was no harm in earth or sky –
Till with the closing sun
There strayed an accidental Red
A Strolling Hue, one would have said
To westward of the Town –
 
But when the Earth began to jar
And Houses vanished with a roar
And Human Nature hid
We comprehended by the Awe
As those that Dissolution saw
The Poppy in the Cloud

FEBREWARY 4

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
It was a tired seeming Day –
There was no drive inside this guy –
Then with the rising sun
There brayed an arrogant Alarm
A Brassy Tone, and so I rose
To venture on to Town –
 
And when the Earth began to jar
And  Hours surfaced with a roar
And Human Nature shown
I comprehended that a Joe
Was what I needed to see
And Pop into the Crowd


​By Emily Dickinson:

 
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved –
I feel the old desire –
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair –
 
A Competition in my sense
With something hid in Her –
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her.

FEBREWARY 5

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
I always meet the Morn unmoved –
I feel the old desire –
A Hurry for a lingering, mixed,
With Coffee to be fair –
 
A Recondition of my sense
With something brewed as Mud 
–
And as it vanishes, Of Course
I need some more of Mud.


​B
y Emily Dickinson:

 
Between the form of Life and Life
The difference is as big
As Liquor at the Lip between
And Liquor in the Jug
The latter – excellent to keep –
But for ecstatic need
The corkless is superior –
I know for I have tried

FEBREWARY 6

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:


Between the form of Life and Life
The difference is as big
As Coffee at the Lip between
And Decaf in the Mug
The latter – requisite to keep –
But for pragmatic need
The high-test is superior –
I know for I have tried

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Dew – is the Freshet in the Grass –
'Tis many a tiny Mill
Turns unperceived beneath our feet
And Artisan lies still –
 
We spy the Forests and the Hills
The Tents to Nature's Show
Mistake the Outside for the in
And mention what we saw.
 
Could Commentators on the Sign
Of Nature's Caravan
Obtain "Admission" as a Child
Some Wednesday Afternoon.

FEBREWARY 7

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Joe – is the Freshest in the Morn –
’Tis many a Coffee Pot
Brews unperceived now as we sleep
And Barista starts shop –
 
We crave the Coffees and the Joes
The Means to Nature’s Beat
Awake and Outside we go in
And mention what we need.
 
Could Percolators of the Brew
Of Nature’s Morning Jolt
Maintain “Transmission” of the Fix
Each Workday Afternoon?



​By Emily Dickinson:

 
The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly – and true –
But let a Splinter swerve –
'Twere easier for You –
 
To put a Current back –
When Floods have slit the Hills –
And scooped a Turnpike
​     for Themselves –
And trodden out the Mills – 
   

FEBREWARY 8

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly – on brew –
But get some Decaf served –
‘Tis sleepier for You –
 
So put the Caffeine back –
Then Run around the Hills –
And drive a Turnpike
​     for Yourself –
And broaden out the Thrills –



​

​By Emily Dickinson:

 
Life is death we’re lengthy at,
Death the hinge to life.


FEBREWARY 9

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
Life is coffee we’re longing for,
Coffee the hinge to life.




​
​By Emily Dickinson:

 
At leisure is the Soul
That gets a staggering Blow –
The Width of Life – before it spreads
Without a thing to do –
 
It begs you give it Work –
But just the placing Pins –
Or humblest Patchwork – Children do –
To still its noisy Hands –

FEBREWARY 10

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
At leisure is the Soul
That needs a staggering Joe –
The Width of Life – before it spreads
With some get up and go –  
 
It gets you through your Work –
By furnishing you Wings –
And haughty Outlook – Coffee does –
It enstills all life Brings –





​By Emily Dickinson:

 
Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made –


FEBREWARY 11

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
Had I not seen the Sun
I could have slept till nine
So Fill my faithful Coffee cup
My Coffee cup is life –





​
​By Emily Dickinson:

 
As willing lid o'er weary eye
The Evening on the Day leans
Till of all our Nature's House
Remains but Balcony

FEBREWARY 12

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
A willing lid o’er weary eye
As Morning on the Day dawns
Till I stumble through my House
To gain my Coffee Cup

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Not all die early, dying young –
Maturity of Fate
Is consummated equally
In Ages, or a Night –
 
A Hoary Boy, I've known to drop
Whole statured – by the side
Of Junior of Fourscore – 'twas Act
Not Period – that died.

FEBREWARY 13

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Not all rise early, rising prompt –
Ability to Wake
Is graduated equally
By Stages, of Daybreak –
 
A Weary Boy, I need a cup
Wholly brewed –by my side
Of Coffee with Full Force – ’twill Aid
This Period – to rise.






​By Emily Dickinson:

 
Soul, take thy risk,
With Death to be
Were better than be not with thee
    

FEBREWARY 14

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
Soul, take thy risk,
With Joe to be
Were better than be not with thee




​
​By Emily Dickinson:

 
There is an arid Pleasure –
As different from Joy –
As Frost is different from Dew –
Like element – are they –
 
Yet one – rejoices Flowers –
And one – the Flowers abhor –
The finest Honey – curdled –
Is worthless – to the Bee –

FEBREWARY 15

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
There is an a.m. Pleasure –
As different in Joy –
As Coffee’s different from Tea –
Like elements – are they –
 
Yet one – refreshes Hours –
And one – the Hours live for –
The finest Coffee – consumed –
Is worth more – to the Core –

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Love can do all but raise the Dead
I doubt if even that
From such a giant were withheld
Were flesh equivalent
 
But love is tired and must sleep,
And hungry and must graze
And so abets the shining Fleet
Till it is out of gaze.

FEBREWARY 16

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Coffee can do all but raise the Dead
And maybe even that
For such a potion might restore
A flesh equivalent
 
When I am tired and must sleep,
And weary and must snooze
And so I get my morning Jolt
Till I am all a-buzz.


By Emily Dickinson:
 
Some say good night – at night –
I say good night by day –
Good-bye – the Going utter me –
Goodnight, I still reply –
 
For parting, that is night,
And presence, simply dawn –
Itself, the purple on the height
Denominated morn.    

FEBREWARY 17

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
I say good night – at night
I say good night at day –
Good morn – the Going utter me –
Good night, I still reply –
 
For rising, that is harsh,
And difficult at dawn –
Coffee, the savior when the light
Has designated morn.

By Emily Dickinson:
 
God made a little Gentian –
It tried – to be a Rose –              
And failed – and all the Summer
​     laughed –
But just before the Snows
 
There rose a Purple Creature –
That ravished all the Hill –
And Summer hid her Forehead –
And Mockery – was still –
 
The Frosts were her condition –
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North – invoke it –
Creator – Shall I – bloom?     
  

FEBREWARY 18

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
God made a lively Bev’rage –
I tried – it when I Rose –
And flourished – and all the Morning
​     laughed –
And now the story Goes
 
I rise a tired Creature
I languish in my Bed –
And Mornings hide my Forehead –
And Vacillate –  and still –
 
Fatigue is my condition –
Vitality will not come
Until the Joe – I drink it –
Create it – I Shall – bloom!




​By Emily Dickinson:

 
When Bells stop ringing – Church –    
     begins
The Positive – of Bells –
When Cogs – stop – that's
​     Circumference –
The Ultimate – of Wheels.

FEBREWARY 19

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
The Alarm stops ringing – Life –
     begins
The Negative – of Alarms –
When Pots – start – their
​     Percolation –
The Ultimate – of Charms.


​By Emily Dickinson:

 
When we have ceased to care
The Gift is given
For which we gave the Earth
And mortgaged Heaven
But so declined in worth
‘Tis ignominy now
To look upon –

FEBREWARY 20

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
When I have ceased to care
My Cup is gotten
From which it gives Rebirth
And grants me Heaven
And so increased my worth
‘Tis intensity now
To work upon –



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​By Emily Dickinson:

 
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room
To hear the living Clock –
A short relief to have the wind
Walk boldly up and knock –
Diversion from the Dying Theme
To hear the children play –
But wrong the more
That these could live
And this of ours must die.

FEBREWARY 21

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
Discomfort in my Sleeping Room
To hear the blaring Clock –
A short relief to have a snooze
Until the bell I knock –
Diversion from my Sleepy time
To smell the coffee brew –
All right the more
That I can live
As this of mine must drink



By Emily Dickinson:
 
Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three time, ‘tis said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that abhorred abode
 
Where hope and he part company --
For he is grasped of God,
The Maker’s cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity. 
   

FEBREWARY 22

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Waking is oh so pitiful
As I attempt to rise.
Three times, in bed, a sleeping man
Comes up to neutralize
The blaring of the timepiece
With that abhorred alarm
 
Then hope and I gain company --
For I do grasp my Cup.
The coffee’s cordial visage,
Is always good to see
I’m buzzed, I must admit it,
With such intensity.




​By Emily Dickinson:

 
Take all away from me, but leave me
     Ecstasy,
And I am richer then than all my
     Fellow Men –
Ill it becometh me to dwell so wealthily
When at my very Door are those
​     possessing more,
In abject poverty –

FEBREWARY 23

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
Take all away from me, but leave me    
     Espresso,
And I am richer then than all my
     Fellow Men –
It is reviving me to drink so wealthily
When in my very cup is Joe
​     possessing life,
And boundless energy –


By Emily Dickinson:
 
I cannot be ashamed
Because I cannot see
The love you offer
–
Magnitude
Reverses Modesty

And I cannot be proud
Because a Height so high
Involves Alpine
Requirements
And Services of Snow.   

FEBREWARY 24

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
I should not be ashamed
Because I cannot see.
The brew you offer
–
Magnitude
Reverses Lethargy
 
And so should I be pleased
To reach a Height so high
Involves Caffeine
Requirements
And services of Joe.



By Emily Dickinson:

 
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn –
A flask of Dew – A Bee or two –
A Breeze – a caper in the trees –
And I'm a Rose!

FEBREWARY 25

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
A venti, grande, or a tall
Upon a common work day’s morn,
A Macchiato, one Shot or two,
A Frap – or just a cup of black
And then I rise!






​By Emily Dickinson:

 
Candor – my tepid friend –
Come not to play with me –
The Myrrhs, and Mochas, of the Mind
Are its iniquity –

FEBREWARY 26

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Coffee – my steaming friend –
Come now to work with me –
The Mud and Mochas, stir the Mind
To its facility –






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​By Emily Dickinson:
 
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
His Countenance to see
Supports me like imperial Drams
Afforded Day by Day.

FEBREWARY 27

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
My Stimulus, before the Day
My Caffeinated drinks
Supports me like imperial Dreams
Just after Forty Winks.




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​By Emily Dickinson:

 
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee –

FEBREWARY 28

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​By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
To see the Morning Sky
Is Punishing, for always in a Bed I lie –
Need Coffee flow –

 

No poet wrote more poetry about coffee and caffeine than Emmett Lee Dickinson.  
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