Last Night and To-night

I added the blog Inspiration and Creative Thoughts to my blogroll on the merit of this poem posted there.


Last night, from the palm of the love-selling beauty,
I drank the wine of union until the morning.
Tonight, with a hundred thousand screams and cries,
I wait--when will there be another night like that?

-Anvari
(1125-1189)

The above is by a Persian poet, but it reminds me of one of Emily Dickinson's poems, equally heart-rending.


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!


What do you think? Does Emily have the heart of a Persian poet? I think so.