May 8th, 2010 / 12:10 pm
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Alexis Orgera
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Dickinson the Lover
It’s Saturday, and it’s beautiful here in Florida. By beautiful I mean fucking hot. The point being, I want to go outside and ride my bike. The other point being, I think we should all ponder this poem by Emily Dickinson because it’s HOT too:
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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—Tonight—
in Thee!
Tags: emily dickinson, poetry
I’ll just start this thread by saying that I caught myself singing this poem to the melody of an old church hymn. Now, that’s HOT.
>>Might I but moor–Tonight–in Thee! << I bet you say that to all the girls.
and it works. promise.
Yes
I’ll just start this thread by saying that I caught myself singing this poem to the melody of an old church hymn. Now, that’s HOT.
>>Might I but moor–Tonight–in Thee! << I bet you say that to all the girls.
and it works. promise.
Yes
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