An unaccustomed wine

16 Jun 2022 | Believers | 0 comments

I bring an unaccustomed wine

To lips long parching next to mine,

And summon them to drink….


And so I always bear the cup

If, haply, mine may be the drop

Some pilgrim thirst to slake, –


If, haply, any say to me,

“Unto the little, unto me,”

When I at last awake.


Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886).

Notes from the Compiler

Many of Emily Dickinson's poems were shared with friends to whom she wrote. She recognised the thirst (parched lips) of kindred spirits who, she hoped, would benefit from her verse as much as she did in composing it.


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