a poem for you, written last month

[crazy a]

"true story of higher education"

for my Monday night lit class
we had to read and analyze
Emily Dickinson.
this one guy read #214:

I taste a liquor never brewed---
From Tankards scooped in Pearl---
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!

(you can look up the rest of it.)

"ok, I think she's talking about
partying all night and
drinking a lot. she says
'I taste a liquor never brewed,'
that's gotta be some kind of
strong beer...and 'vats'...
well, a vat is what's used to hold
liquor, and I don't know what
a Rhine is...I guess a Rhine is a row,
so it's a row of vats..."

I sat there
disgusted
disgusted with lit class and
disgusted with college kids.

I began wishing for
a Rhine of vats
myself.

[Chaos Butterfly]

The Rhine is a river in Germany, the region and side of the river are very steep mountains covered in grape vines it is a very famous wine region. So basically whatever she's drinking out does all the wines from the Rhine region.

[Chaos Butterfly]

P.S. Not my official interpretation I'm at work and not supposed to be here

P.p.s. I've been for a cruise on the Rhine and drank wine in one of the villages I think its mostly Riesling but possibly Gewurtztraminner as well.

P.P.P.S That guy will probably end up the CEO of a company