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16 Apr 2004

Wild Nights!

Written by sally @ 3:48 pm — Section: sally

Since it’s almost the weekend, I thought the poem of the day should be something a little sexy. I know I said that all poems were about doing it, and they are, but all of them aren’t explicitly about doing so. This one is, especially considering the author.

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

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!

Discussion questions:

1. Using a good dictionary, what is the original definition of “luxury”? Don’t you think that’s kind of hot?

2. Don’t you think it’s kind of hot to say “Might I but moor / To-night in Thee”?

3. What about “Rowing in Eden”? What do you think that means? Don’t you think that’s kind of hot?

4. This poem is hot, right?

6 Responses to “Wild Nights!”

  1. Jas N said:

    Rock on! I like that. I think I will swipe it and use it later at the right romantic moment. Awesome.

  2. pinky said:

    I’m on a baby-free weekend and my first thought was to use it for a romantic, yet slightly naughty, proposal. very sexy, sally. thanks!

  3. Hercules Rockefeller said:

    This is slightly OT, but I had just read this post, and so had both sex and Jackson on the brain, when I noticed the headline for today’s Ask Jack Sunn in the Clarion-Ledger online.

    http://www.clarionledger.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20040417/COL0205/404170314/1201

    I had no idea the Ledger had begun pandering to the lowest common denominator like that.

    HR

  4. gclark said:

    haw haw haw haw haw! good one, HR.

  5. gorjus said:

    Yes, I think it’s kind of hot! Middle English = luxurie = lust.

  6. Kicker of Elves said:

    The “moor” thing is totally hot, but to me it’s also always been kind of poignant seeing as how the nautical use of “moor” can connote the idea of the ship’s coming (whoopsie!) home after a voyage, sort of like the speaker wants the physical act but also wants to find a home (or port, to keep the motif going) in the form of a companion, spouse, lover, soulmate, etc.

    Of course, technically, the use of “moor” I’m talking about also entails “anchoring down with lines or weights,” which I guess *could* be hot if you’re into that sort of thing…