Friday poem: Whether My Bark Went Down at Sea

We continue with Emily Dickinson. She’s thoughtful today…

Whether my bark went down at sea – Emily Dickinson

52.

Whether my bark went down at sea —
Whether she met with gales —
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails —

By what mystic mooring
She is held today —
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the Bay.

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Clare

Lapsed mathematician, creator of order, formulator of hypotheses. Lover of the ocean, being outdoors, the bush, reading, photography, travelling (especially in Africa) and road trips.

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