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No poet wrote more poems about coffee than Emmett Lee Dickinson, Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request -- and for the past ten years, we have posted Dickinson's caffeinated poetry each and every day throughout the month of February (or FeBREWary, as we like to call it).  Now February -- er, FeBREWary -- is rolling around, and for the elventh year in a row, we're going to post Dickinson's poetry about coffee (hmm...perhaps we should call it Joe-etry?).  

The fun starts FeBREWary 1st -- just click HERE.

In honor of another 28 days of Joe-etry, I've posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "The Dying need but little, Dear" below on the left.  Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem with the same opening line, below on the right.
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
           
The Dying need but little, Dear,
A Cup of Coffee’s all,
A Java with impressive Foam
To punctuate, Enthrall –
 
A Brew, indeed, a Fluid Friend,
And Certainty that one
The color of the spring-time Mud
Caffeine, to get me gone –

By Emily Dickinson:
 
The Dying need but little, Dear,
A Glass of Water's all,
A Flower's unobtrusive Face
To punctuate the Wall,
 
A Fan, perhaps, a Friend's Regret,
And Certainty that one
No color in the Rainbow
Perceive, when you are gone –