Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Wild Nights! 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!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Tristan King (8/5/2012 3:25:00 PM)

    Absolutely my favourite Emily Dickinson poem, filled with joy, and erotic imagery. She was definetly a liberated woman who was not afraid to enjoy life to the fullest - when given the chance. I just wonder who she was referring to. I have this poem memorized but forgot to recite it when I could have. (Report) Reply

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