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.

Comments

[adele geras]

Thanks for posting one of my favourite poems ! And a beautiful picture too.

[lila]

Thanks for the link to this post! I learn so much from your blog!
Last year your post about Winfred Nicholson (and her painting of the blue gate) led me to purchase a book about her and her painting. Now this painting feels just perfect for the coming Autumn, truly full of possibilities. (Was 100 degrees here a week ago--low of 42 degrees this morning, I love autumn!)

[Nancy]

Thank you! I was just admiring the painting before scrolling down to find Emily - thank you, again.

Speaking of temps. - here in W.Mass. it's 57 degrees (mid-afternoon) on our stoop - misty/drippy, after the full day of rain yesterday. We helped move our grandson into his dorm yesterday - rain varied from just rain to really pouring all day. They were organized for this, beginning with timed arrivals - and covered canopies out to the street and many, many rolling bins.

[Cornflower]

Glad you like them both, Adele (I love that first line).

[Cornflower]

Delighted to know that Winifred Nicholson caught your eye here!

[Cornflower]

What a day to move in! Hope everyone's dried out now.