Yours, Truly

That Emily, one of our sexy foremothers of poetry!

No real recluse, she... judging from the ardor of these lines:


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


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And here is my "Love Poem with Skull and Candy Valentines" now up on Via Negativa...