Wild Nights
after Emily Dickinson
Wild wild wild wild wild wild nights.
Were I with thee with thee wild nights.
Were I with thee with I nights.
Wild nights wild nights these should be hour nights.
Futile winds to the heart in port. Futile winds
to the heart in more. Futile winds to the heart in shore.
To the heart to the heart to the heart’s door.
Done with the compass and done with the chore.
Done with the compass and now the floor.
Tonight, why night, in Eden we row. Tonight, by night, in Eden we sow!
-- Alex Bennett
