Sunday, October 02, 2005

A Love Poem by Emily Dickinson

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds         5
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!         10
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!


Andie said...

Hello doc.
I was just looking at your links on pipeline and saw that you have a blog so I took a look. I do not really understand poetry, but I sensed some very touching stories. I like your blog. I had a blog also, but I am not really the type to post something every time.
your student Andrea L.

JHS Teacher said...

Ms. Chella...
We are anxiously waiting for the next post from you!

Rebekah said...


Come back...