Wild Nights
2004-01-14
The fog in my mind is still and smooth like a violin rising in pitch and intensity...somehow it is soothing..the strain..the exclamation...the question..the tears...the elation...I heard a choir and an orchestra making music to Emily Dickinson's poem Wild Nights....It's the most interesting thing Ive ever heard and quite Amazingl as well. What I wish more than anything though...is that I could remember the composer's name.
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
how will i find you great champion of my heart?
Peace
