Is this Emily Dickinson?

According to this article from The Guardian, it might just be!

She comes alive again, doesn’t she, now that we have a new image of the woman who wrote those poems I thought were so cryptic when I was in high school. Makes the imagination wander, especially when you get a tantalizing glimpse into her soul as you do in the poem below. When you think about the story of her being a recluse, it can make you ache…

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

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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