It's back, Pumpkin -- the Pumpkin Cream Cold Brew at Starbucks! In honor of its return, we have posted Emmett Dickinson's classic poem, "Because I stopped for Pumpkin Spice," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "Because I could not Stop for Death," below on the right. FROM OUR ARCHIVES: To see our past posts on pumpkin spice, click HERE and scroll down. |
By Emmett Lee Dickinson: Because I stopped for Pumpkin Spice It kindly topped for me – A Grande Cold Brew for myself With spiced Intensity I slowly sipped – I knew no haste For I had put away My labor for this sweetened brew, With Pumpkin Piquancy I sipped the Joe, with creamy Foam At Recess – on the Top – I sipped the Pumpkin Spiced Delight I sipped the creamy Froth Or rather – I gulped It – The Taste caused quivering and Chill – And all my Discipline, was Gone – My Taste buds – now Fulfilled – I paused to Catch my breath and sensed A Draining of the Cup The Drink now scarcely visible – The Coffee – all drunk Up – Since then – ‘tis Moments now -- and yet Feels longer than a Year I first consumed the Frothy Head When Pumpkin Spice Premiered – | By Emily Dickinson: Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – Or rather – He passed Us – The Dews drew quivering and Chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle – We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground – Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity – |
TO SAMPLE SOME OF DICKINSON'S POETRY ABOUT COFFEE, CLICK HERE.