Resolution #642

Read more poetry.

And if this is your resolution, too, read this one, which I was reminded of today as I looked at a photo:

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—

 -Emily Dickinson

I have this photo, which will soon go on a layout, of Rowen (of course), and her toy airplane (of course), and how she dwells in the house called Possibility.

One thing about poets. They have this real knack for distilling phrases down to their very essence. For saying in 2 words or 8 or 10 what would take me a month, or that I can’t say, having not found words yet like, “I dwell in Possibility/A fairer House than Prose” 

But I think about telling these stories of my life as both a gathering process (my Occupation - This - /The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise), and as a scattering one (maybe something not so presumptuous as Paradise). I love that the world is full of other human beings. I LOVE in this phase of my life (a little tied, like the pencil-end of a compass, to the 10-square-mile circle around my house) to read a poem from Emily Dickinson, who in her entire life, never went more than 10 miles from her house, and yet wrote poems that continue to have power and depth and meaning for people 150 years later.

I love that people stop by here. Thank you. If you have any good poems you’ve come across lately, help me out with my resolution. :D

-J