Ocean harvest

“You are growing wiser than I am,” ((Emily Dickinson wrote to Abiah Root in late 1850)), “and nipping in the bud fancies I let blossom.” Leaving Abiah to hug the shore, Emily chose “to buffet the sea—I can count the bitter wrecks in these pleasant waters, anda hear the murmuring of the winds, but Oh I love the danger!”

-- Alfred Habegger, My Wars Are Laid Away in Books: The Life of Emily Dickinson, 250