Nuits Sauvages.
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!
-Emily Dickinson
(from Grimpen Mire)
Monday, May 15, 2006
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