In thirteen years of posting poems, I have posted very little famous Emily Dickinson. She wrote so many poems that it's not actually that hard to post non-famous ones, but the truth is that the famous ones are sometimes famous for good reasons. I really love this poem.
I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), "I dwell in Possibility," #466, in this case from the R. W. Franklin edition of The Poems of Emily Dickinson, via Poetry Foundation. Emily Dickinson is a metaphysical poet; fight me.
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