I taste a liquor never brewed —
From Tankards scooped in Pearl —
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of Air — am I —
And Debauchee of Dew —
Reeling — thro endless summer days —
From inns of Molten Blue —
When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove’s door —
When Butterflies — renounce their “drams” —
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats —
And Saints — to windows run —
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the — Sun —
by Emily Dickinson
THERE WAS ONCE A PRINCE who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide,for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife.
Jedne divne večeri isto tako divni ekonom, Ivan Dimitrič Červjakov, sedeo je u drugom redu fotelja i gledao pomoću dvogleda „Korneviljska zvona“. Gledao je iosećao se na vrhuncu sreće. Kad odjednom… U pripovetkama se često sreće ovo „kad odjednom“. Pisci imaju pravo: život je tako pun iznenañenja! Odjednom mu se lice namršti, oči se upola sklopiše, disanje se zaustavi… skinuo je dvogled sočiju, nagnuo se i…: “a-phi!!!”