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FEBREWARY 2016

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No one wrote more poems about coffee than Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request).

Join us throughout the month of FeBREWary 2016 for the "Fourth Cup" of Dickinson poetry about coffee.

 You can also enjoy the first cup HERE, the second cup HERE, and the third cup HERE.  The check back next FeBREWary, and we'll refill your cup!


"If coffee be the cup of love, drink on!" ~ Emmett Lee Dickinson

When you scroll through the poetry below, you will notice that there are album covers featuring cups of coffee too.  Why?  It's all explained HERE.

FeBREWary 29

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Of whom so dear
The name to hear
Illumines with a Glow
As intimate – as fugitive
As sunset on the snow

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Of whom so dear
The name to hear
Illumines with a Glow
As intimate – as fortunate
As coffee on the go


FeBREWary 28

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
Oh give it Motion – deck it sweet
With Artery and Vein –
Upon its fastened Lips lay words –
Affiance it again
To that Pink stranger we
     call Dust –
Acquainted more with that
Than with this horizontal one
That will not lift its Hat –

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Oh give me Motion – black or sweet
Through Artery and Vein –
Upon my trembling Lips lay joe –
Enliven me again
With that Dark comrade we
     call Mud –
Awakened more with that
I can take a vertical stance
To lift and tip my Hat –

FeBREWary 27

By Emily Dickinson:
 
On that specific Pillow
Our projects flit away –
The Night’s tremendous Morrow
And whether sleep will stay
Or usher us – a stranger –
To situations new
The effort to comprise it
Is all the soul can do –
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
On my specific Pillow
My slumber flits away –
The Night’s tremendous Morrow
Is finally here to stay
I quickly brew – a coffee –
For situations new
The effort to consume it
Is all the soul can do –

FeBREWary 26

By Emily Dickinson: 
 
How much of Source escapes
     with thee –
How chief thy sessions be –
For thou hast borne a universe
Entirely away.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
How much of life Erupts
     with thee –
How chief thy life-source be –
For thou hast borne a universe
Entirely for me.

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FeBREWary 25

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Air has no Residence,
     no Neighbor,
No Ear, no Door,
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Happy Air!
 
Ethereal Guest at e'en an
     Outcast's Pillow –
Essential Host, in Life's faint,
     wailing Inn,
Later than Light thy Consciousness
     accost me
Till it depart, persuading Mine –

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Coffee has no Counterpart,
     no Neighbor,
No Peer, No Match
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Good Coffee!
 
Energizing Zest for e’en an
      O’erspent Fellow –
Essential Roast, of Life’s miracle
     Bean,
Early when Light and
     Consciousness accost me
Till I partake, reviving Me –

FeBREWary 24

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By Emily Dickinson: 
 
The Soul has Bandaged moments –
When too appalled to stir –
She feels some ghastly Fright
     come up
And stop to look at her –
 
Salute her, with long fingers –
Caress her freezing hair –
Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
The Lover – hovered – o'er –
Unworthy, that a thought so mean
Accost a Theme – so – fair –
 
The soul has moments of
     Escape –
When bursting all the doors –
She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
And swings upon the Hours,
 
As do the Bee — delirious
     borne –
Long Dungeoned from his Rose –
Touch Liberty – then know no more,
But Noon, and Paradise –
 
The Soul's retaken moments –
When, Felon led along,
With shackles on the plumed feet,
And staples, in the Song,
 
The Horror welcomes her, again,
These, are not brayed of Tongue –

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
The Soul has Bandaged moments –
When too appalled to stir –
She feels that ghastly Sun
     come up
And smacks the snooze alarm –
 
Salute her, with some coffee –
Desire it as it’s poured
Sip, Coffee, from the very lips
The Lover – hovered – o’er –
So worthy, that a drink so strong
Renews a Life – so – fair –
 
The soul needs moments of
     Escape –
When bursting through the door –
And heading like a Bomb, to work,
To toil among the Hours,
 
And with my Joe – delightfully
     borne –
I Live and with my Eyes –
See Liberty -- then know the more
My Life, and Paradise –
 
The Soul’s rebooted moments –
When, Coffee all day long,
Frees my shackled feet,
And lifts my life in Song,
 
The Coffee revives me, again,
Joes, are so prayed of Tongue –


FeBREWary 23

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Put up my lute!
What of – my Music!
Since the sole ear I cared
     to charm –
Passive – as Granite – laps
     my music –
Sobbing – will suit – as well 
     as psalm!
 
Would but the "Memnon" of
     the Desert –
Teach me the strain
That vanquished Him –
When He – surrendered to
     the Sunrise –
Maybe – that – would awaken –
      them!

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Pick up my cup!
What of – my Coffee!
Since my sole care’s to try
     to rise –
Passive – as Granite – lays
     my body –
Sleeping – until – I wake
     my eyes!
 
Would but the “Barista” of
     the Café –
Teach me to brew
The Coffee Bean –
When I – surrender to
     the Sunrise –
Maybe – that would awaken –
     me!


FeBREWary 22

By Emily Dickinson:
 
If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat
A Memorial crumb.
 
If I couldn't thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my Granite lip!

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
If I shudder to rise
When the Mornings come
Give me joe in one Tall Mug
Even though I'm still numb.
 
If I cannot thank you
Being half asleep
You will know I’m trying
With my Trembling lip!

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FeBREWary 21

By Emily Dickinson:
 
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
 
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
The world’s renewed
When Coffee’s brewed
Some say.
 
I say I just
Begin to live
That day.


FeBREWary 20

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
Must be a Wo –
A loss or so
To bend the eye
Best Beauty's way –
 
But – once aslant
It notes Delight
As difficult
As Stalactite
 
A Common Bliss
Were had for less –
The price – is
Even as the Grace –
 
Our Lord – thought no
Extravagance
To pay – a Cross –

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Must be a Joe –
To gain a Glow
To bend the eye
Past Beauty’s way –
 
And – once consumed
It gives delight
As vigorous
As Dynamite   
 
Uncommon Bliss
Though at the store –
The price is
Ever so much More –
 
Oh Lord – though an
Extravagance
I pay – and Crave –   


FeBREWary 19

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise,
Three times, '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.

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Waking is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise,
Three times, ’tis said, a snooze
     alarm
Is smacked for compromise.
 
The clock ticks on forever
To that abhorred moment,
When bed and I part company –
And I must grasp a Joe.
 
The Coffee’s cordial odor,
Forever good to smell,
Is met, I must admit it,
With my serenity.


FeBREWary 18

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Time does go on –
I tell it gay to those who suffer
     now –
They shall survive –
There is a sun –
They don't believe it now –

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Time does go on –
I’ll offer joe to those who suffer
     now –
They shall survive –
There is a sun –
They don't believe it now –

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FeBREWary 17

By Emily Dickinson:
 
From Blank to Blank –
A Threadless Way
I pushed Mechanic feet –
To stop – or perish – or advance –
Alike indifferent –
 
If end I gained
It ends beyond
Indefinite disclosed –
I shut my eyes – and groped as well
'Twas lighter – to be Blind –

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
From Day to Day –
A Threadless Way
I push Mechanic feet –
I stop – or perish – or advance –
Alike indifferent
 
And then I gain
My morning Joe
And life is then disclosed –
My eyes open – and go out as well
I’m lighter – now Alive –



FeBREWary 16

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
I lived on Dread –
To Those who know
The Stimulus there is
In Danger – Other impetus
Is numb – and vitalless –
 
As 'twere a Spur – upon the Soul –
A Fear will urge it where
To go without the sceptre's aid

Were challenging Despair.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
I live on Mud –
And Choose to know
The Stimulus there is
For Danger – Other morning drinks
Are numb – and vitalless –
 
As ’tis a Spur – upon the Soul –
A Need and urge I say
“To go” and with the coffee’s aid
Face the challenging Day.

FeBREWary 15


By Emily Dickinson:
 
They have a little Odor – that to me
Is metre – nay – 'tis melody –
And spiciest at fading – indicate –
A Habit – of a Laureate –

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
There is a fragrant Odor – that to me
Is metre – nay – ’tis melody –
And spiciest at brewing – indicates –
A Hot Pot – of Liquid Energy –


FeBREWary 14

By Emily Dickinson:

Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep –
Its awful chamber open stands –
Its Curtains blandly sweep –
Abhorrent is the Rest
In undulating Rooms
Whose Amplitude no end invades –
Whose Axis never comes.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Water makes many Cups
For those averse to sleep –
The awe-filled vessel percolates –
The Grounds begin to steep –
Abhorrent is the Wait
In aromatic Fumes
With Certitude its end result –
My Life’s sure to resume.

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FeBREWary 13

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Who never wanted – maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown –
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine –
 
Within its reach, though yet
     ungrasped
Desire's perfect Goal –
No nearer – lest the Actual –
Should disenthrall thy soul –

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Who never wanted – maddest Joe
Remains to me unknown –
The Bev’rage of Deliriousness
Uplifting when it’s Mine –
 
Within my reach, though yet
     ungrasped
Desire’s perfect Goal –
But nearer – sip the Actual –
It does enthrall my soul –

FeBREWary 12

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
One Joy of so much anguish
Sweet nature has for me –
I shun it as I do Despair
Or dear iniquity –
Why Birds, a Summer morning
Before the Quick of Day
Should stab my ravished spirit
With Dirks of Melody
Is part of an inquiry
That will receive reply
When Flesh and Spirit sunder
In Death's Immediately –
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
One Joe of so much pleasure
Sweet nature has for me –
I taste it as I do Desire
With dear serenity –
I Drink, on Every morning
Before the Quick of Day
Revives my ravished spirit
A Drink of Ecstasy
It’s part of my daily routine
That I receive my cup
With Flesh and Spirit composed
My Life’s Immediately –


FeBREWary 11

By Emily Dickinson:
 
How much the present moment
     means
To those who've nothing more –
The Fop – the Carp – the Atheist –
Stake an entire store
Upon a Moment's shallow Rim
While their commuted Feet
The Torrents of Eternity
Do all but inundate –

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

How much the present moment
     means
To those with morning Joe –
The Mug –the Cup–the Coffee Pot –
At the convenience store
Fill the vessel to the Rim
While their commuted Feet
The Torrents of the Morning Rush
Do all but inundate –


FeBREWary 10:

By Emily Dickinson:
 
What is – "Paradise" –
Who live there –
Are they "Farmers" –
Do they "hoe" –
Do they know that this is
     "Amherst" –
And that I – am coming – too –
 
Do they wear "new shoes" – in   
     "Eden" –
Is it always pleasant – there –
Won't they scold us – when we're
     homesick –
Or tell God – how cross we are –
 
You are sure there's such a person
As "a Father" – in the sky –
So if I get lost – there – ever –
Or do what the Nurse calls "die" –
I shan't walk the "Jasper" –
     barefoot –
Ransomed folks – won't laugh
     at me –
Maybe – "Eden" a'n't so
     lonesome
As New England used to be!

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Where is – “Paradise” –
Who lives there –
Are they “Drinkers” –
Have they “joe” –
Do they know that I need
      “Coffee” –
And that I – do love it – so –
 
Do they brew “fresh pots” – in
     “Eden” –
Is it always pleasant – hot –
When it’s cold they – start a
     new pot –
So that I – can drink a lot –
 
I am sure there’s such a person
As “Barista” – in the store –
So if I get thirst – there – ever –
Or feel like I have “died” –
I can order “Coffee” –
      in hand –
Pay the folks – and drink
     it down –
Slowly – and with my “Coffee”
     head on
As a New Man into town!
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FeBREWary 9:

By Emily Dickinson:
 
The joy that has no stem nor core,
Nor seed that we can sow,
Is edible to longing.
But ablative to show.
 
By fundamental palates
Those products are preferred
Impregnable to transit
And patented by pod.

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
The joe that has no steam nor core,
Nor heat that we can sense
Is drinkable if longed for
But difficult to dispense
 
By fundamental palates
These products should be hot
Though difficult to transport
When heated in a pot.


FeBREWary 8:

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances –
First time together thrown.
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
A face devoid of love or grace,
A morning, tired, stressful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances –
Is a face in need of Joe.



FeBREWary 7:

By Emily Dickinson:
 
The distance that the dead
     have gone
Does not at first appear;
Their coming back seems possible
For many an ardent year.
 
And then, that we have
     followed them,
We more than half suspect,
So intimate have we become
With their dear retrospect.

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
The distance that the dead
     have gone
When they commute to work;
Their coffee black seems possible
From many a mini-mart clerk.
 
And then, when they have
     swallowed them,
I more than half suspect,
Stimulated they will become
When their spirits resurrect.


FeBREWary 6:


By Emily Dickinson:
 
She slept beneath a tree –
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute –
She recognized the foot –
Put on her Carmine suit
And see!



By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

 
I slept beyond my dreams –
Remembered but the screams –
I touched my Coffee cup –
When I was barely up –
Put on her Caffeine suit
And saw!


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FeBREWary 5:

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done –
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun –
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this Summer's day
Will idle lie – in Auburn –
Then take my flowers – pray!      
   
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
When Java starts to brew, Sir,
And Coffee is done –
When I take off in solemn flight
And pass beyond the Sun –
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this Work-Week’s day
With eagerness – my Coffee –
To give me powers – Yay!

FeBREWary 4:

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Nature can do no more
She has fulfilled her Dyes
Whatever Flower fail to come
Of other Summer days
Her crescent reimburse
If other Summers be
Nature's imposing negative
Nulls opportunity –


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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Coffee can still do more
She has fulfilled my Life
Whatever Power is to come
Throughout my Labored strife
Her caffeine reimburses
My other Labored hours
Coffee’s imposing positive
Brings opportunity –



FeBREWary 3:

By Emily Dickinson:

There comes an hour when
     begging stops,

When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
"Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword
Than from a disappointing God
"Disciple, call again."

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
There comes an hour when
     searching starts,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer’s not vain.
“A fresh pot” is the wiser word
Then poured into a to-go Cup
“Thank you, come again.”

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FeBREWary 2:

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
Satisfaction – is the Agent
Of Satiety –
Want – a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.
 
To possess, is past the instant
We achieve the Joy –
Immortality contented
Were Anomaly.
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Percolation – is the Agent
Of Sanity –
Need – it quite Necessary
For Infinity.
 
To possess, is just the instant
I achieve the Joe –
Immortality blended with
My Autonomy



FeBREWary 1:

By Emily Dickinson:
 
Expectation – is Contentment –
Gain – Satiety –
But Satiety – Conviction
Of Necessity
 
Of an Austere trait in Pleasure –
Good, without alarm
Is a too established Fortune –
Danger – deepens Sum – 

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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Percolation – is Contentment –
Gain – Sanity –
With Sanity – Conviction
Of Necessity
 
Of a Coffee treat of Pleasure –
Good, when the alarm
Is a too established Routine –
Mornings – always Come –


Don't miss our other coffee poetry.  There's more HERE, HERE, and HERE.

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