From our entertainment editor Qwerty Lee Dickinson:
| It's that time of year again -- February is just around the corner -- or FeBREWary as we like to call it, a month long celebration of the coffee poetry written by Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request). No poet wrote more poems about coffee than Emmett Lee Dickinson, and since 2013 we have posted his coffee poetry throughout the month of February -- er, FeBREWary. Join us HERE on FeBREWary 1, 2018, and every day throughout the month, and we'll treat you to some of Dickinson's best caffeinated poems. |  |
In anticipation of our month-long coffee fest, we thought we'd post one of Dickinson's coffee classics, "The Fingers of the Light" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem with the same opening line (below on the right).
| By Emmett Lee Dickinson: The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon my Pane With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.” “Too soon,” I darkly cried, “My Body’s still asleep – But swear, and I will let you by You will not wake me up.” The pesky Guest declined And once within my Space The transport of His Countenance Awakened me with Haste. The Sunshine in the Room Upon My Berth did Glow With sound obeisance I complied Held up My Cup of Joe. | By Emily Dickinson: The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With "I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in." "You're soon," the Town replied, "My Faces are asleep -- But swear, and I will let you by, You will not wake them up." The easy Guest complied But once within the Town The transport of His Countenance Awakened Maid and Man The Neighbor in the Pool Upon His Hip elate Made loud obeisance and the Gnat Held up His Cup for Light. |
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