#556

Composition X 1939The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly–and true–
But let a Splinter swerve–
‘Twere easier for You–

To put a Current back–
When Floods have slit the Hills–
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves–
And trodden out the Mills–

#556
by Emily Dickinson

I dwell in Possibility – (466)

Winter Courtyard in St Petersburg by Lidia Diener
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 –

466
by Emily Dickinson