I wanted to share this poem, as it seemed appropriate given the weather we've been having around here lately...
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 -- Tonight --
In Thee!
I found this poem in a collection, and I also really loved what the editor, Robert Aldin Rubin, had to say about this poem: "Within the safe Edenic harbor of passionate love, wind and thunder become oddly comforting."
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