A nighttime walk

藝術點滴

9/29/2024

A nighttime walk, with a gentle breeze blowing, and the shadows under the streetlights swaying softly with my steps. Without realizing it, Emily Dickinson’s poem surfaced in my mind.

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 moor – Tonight –
In thee!

2024/9/29 林暄涵 撰

The night always brings to mind emotions that are buried deep within the heart…