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The drunkenness of "I taste a liquor never brewed" could be read as a metaphor to the poetic writing.

It is the poet's need to consume an environment, to become full of the feeling that comes from this summer morning, from these dews, bees, butterflies and foxgloves. The "I" gets inebriate dewdrop by dewdrop, gradually, until it gets completely intoxicated. The poet itself drinks more on the flowers when the butterflies and the bees get themselves inebriate. So, when Nature is full of itself and no longer enough in itself ("when 'Landlords' turn the drunken Bee/Out of the Foxglove's door-/When Butterflies - renounce their 'drams'"), the poet comes and extracts a part of it to glorify its soul to create their verses. The poet gets overwhelmed by the environment when things that accomplish it get inebriate on themselves. Then there is the view of the poet as someone who has this ambiguous "God function" to create Nature by Nature. The creatures and the events observed by the poet are a "liquor", and those alcohols would also be in the creation that the poet will make. The poet completes Nature by absorbing the morning, the natural creatures, in the same time these creatures themselves are absorbing Nature. And the glorification of the poet's soul will create something so powerful that will reach the place of the "Seraphs" and the "Saints" until they also become inebriate, until the poet gets also a holy status. Therefore, it implies the conceiving of poetry as some sort of direct connection between Nature and Paradise, Earth and Heaven, humanity and holiness; of poetry as a transformation of something terrain into something so sublime that would move the most holy entities and, because of that (also because of the creation of this "second Nature"), would transform the poet in a kind of santity. Thus, there is a process: the liquor tasted (Nature) by the poet inebriates it, and this inebriation makes it brew another liquor (a poem) which is so grand that inebriates the angels, the saints, the divine essences. This notion is very similar to the Aristotle's mimesis concept, which fiction is an imitation of the real world, and the artist - the maker of mimesis - is a kind of demi-god who puts into Nature what didn't exist before and then produces a second one which comes from p phantasa(the aristotelic term similar to "imagination"). Thus, in "I taste a liquor never brewed", there is the idea of the poet as the creator of a second Nature by the phantasa condition, which comes by observing and getting delighted of the first one; and the creation of this second Nature - the poem - will delight the holinesses, the creators of "the original one". Therefore, the original Nature is a sequence of vonluntary, congenital events. It is something that could not be "brewed", and its voluntariness is the object that the poet will devour to create a second Nature, is the subject that the poet will "brew". And the "liquor" created by this poet is so full of "Alcohol" that will inebriate the seraphs and the saints, whose reel will make them lean against the sun and make the poet a "holy creator".

NOTES: The choice of the personal pronoun "it" is made to not presume that the poetic persona is p either man or woman. See Aristotle's Poetics.