In honor of Valentine’s Day which just passed, I’ve included a poem about love. I am no poet, so I’ve chosen a poem from Massachussetts native, Emily Dickinson. Her words ring true some 150 years later showing love endures.
Wild Nights
By Emily Dickinson
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 with thee!
BosGuy 