Friday, February 26, 2010

XXV- Emily Dickinson

(IDK why I'm not into posting originals lately. But I'm not. So here's an Emily, enthusiastic and imaginative and kinda speaking my heart right now...)

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port, --
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! The sea!
Might I but moor
To-night with thee!

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