The photograph of Emily Dickinson’s handwritten manuscript displayed in yesterday’s post was illegible, so I offer a transcription.
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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!
Kathy Waller 
Ahhh, Emily…
I know your soul.
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Yeah…..
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Makes you want to get into a boat and just row away….
Would go beautifully with Rimsky Korsakov.
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Rimsky Korsakov–interesting. Any particular piece?
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