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Speaking of possibility, this poem by Emily Dickinson, says it rather well:
I dwell in Possibility (J 657)
- 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--
I love this poem, what a great selection for yr blog start. thanks.
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