I Dwell in Possibility by Emily Dickinson

Each day, each hour, each book, holds infinite possibilities.  Enjoy this poem by Emily Dickinson as you contemplate this Book of Hours. Is she talking about a book? What possibilities lie ahead for you on this day?

 

I dwell in Possibility – (466)   by Emily Dickinson

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 –