Literature is My (Su)rreal Utopia
Sunday, 19 October 2014
The Outlet (162), by Emily Dickinson
My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I’ll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks,—
Say, sea,
Take me!
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