Tomorrow, May 15, marks the anniversary of the death of Emily Dickinson (in 1886). I love Dickinson's poetry, and her fascinatingly strange life story (one bio of her I like is Alfred Habegger's My Wars are Laid Away in Books: The Life of Emily Dickinson). It's hard to choose just one for Poetry Friday. What's your favorite Dickinson poem?
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!
