quinta-feira, 20 de agosto de 2020

 I dwell in Possibility
a fairer house than Prose,
more numerous of windows,
superior of doors.

Of chambers, as the cedars -
impregnable of eye;
and for an everlasting roof
the gables of the sky.

Of visitors - the fairest -
for occupation - this -
the spreading wide my narrow hands
to gather Paradise.

[Emily Dickinson]

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