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--
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 often wonder why there are no dashes after 'Roof' and "Hands".)
Emily's dashes are always very random. I've read drafts of her poems where she changes them! Always makes me laugh. She was a closet drama queen, was our Amherst Belle.
ReplyDeleteor perhaps the wind blew the pages around while she was writing and created random dashes--or mayhaps she put them there in between sheets of cookies--or whatever she baked for the neighborhood children.
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