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Emily Dickinson Wild Nights, read by Brenda Clews.
A contribution to Dave Bonta's podcast of a collection of readings of Emily Dickinson's poetry on Dec 10, 2010, her 180th birthday (which I'll embed in the next post when it's available.)
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!
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