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)
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I thought I'd put my commentary here rather than on the main page, thus allowing the poem to stand alone, so here are some thoughts of the moment:
"This is one of my favorite Dickinson poems - one of my favorite poems in general. As we search for a house the first lines come to me. The potential of making a room a library makes me feel I would be dwelling in possibility in some way, as just looking at a shelf of books thrills me with the possibility held within each and every volume. This poem means many other things to me as well, but right now it is coming to mind in that context. It reminds me too I can make my life extraordinary no matter where I live because possibility lives within me, and I don't have to live prosaically."
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