I dwell in possibility

I dwell in Possibility -

A fairer House than Prose -

More numerous of Windows -

Superior - for Doors -

 

Of Chambers as the Cedars -

Imregnable 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.

 

Poem by Emily Dickinson (especially for Nancy).

Painting, Bright Autumn Sun, 1950s, Winifred Nicholson.