Twisted Sanctuary

This is my second educational meeting with Ms. Emily Dickinson. This poem didn't show up this time much to my dismay, but since it's one of my favorites for a myriad of reasons, it's still going up here. 

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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!