Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Poem by Emily Dickinson
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!
Emily's style of writing is just so unique. At once in few dramatic words she describes the heart in turmoil or the heart experiencing the ecstasy when it seems to be united with supreme being. A delightful poem to read.
Emily Dickinson... is one of my favorite. She was God gifted... the sorcery of her words are simply unparalleled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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God didn't allow women much leeway in Eden. Think I'd have left that line out. Otherwise a very good poem