Category: words

  • Poetry at the end of April

    Today it is Emily Dickinson…

    Wild Nights!

    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 in thee!

    Thanks to babbler “kje” who posted this in her profile yesterday.

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