I’m dialing it in for the next week until 1/4/21. Expect poetry and music. I’ll be back en fuego on the 4th.
So we begin with possibly the most romantic poem ever.
Wild Nights
by
Emily Dickenson
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!
