(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

I Dwell In Possibility

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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 of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—

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Reading this poem always justifies my wildest dreams... those realized and those shattered or delayed. and inspires me to shoot for the moon, once again. Thank you, Emily Dickinson.......
Wow! Wow! What a fine poetry!
............love this, especially the opening line ★
Outstanding poem..........truly inspiring.......
I dwell in possibility; My occupation is this. The spreading of my narrow hands to gather paradise. I love this poem. The possibilities of life are endless, no matter the size of my hand, my abilities, or my gifts. God's grace enables me to gather paradise. Wow!
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