Evening Poetry, August 15

II. Love: VII.

by Emily Dickinson

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!

You can find this in the collection Hope is the Thing With Feathers.

3 thoughts on “Evening Poetry, August 15

  1. leegschrift August 15, 2019 / 5:39 pm

    This year I found the complete poems of her, second hand. An old book.

    • Kim August 15, 2019 / 6:31 pm

      That sounds like a treasure!

      • leegschrift August 16, 2019 / 4:35 am

        Yeah it is.

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