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!

2 comments:

r said...

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

r said...

Chella?

Come back...