Mellifluous Mondays: A Fairer House Than Prose

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

Dickinson thinks poetry better than prose, because in it she imagines travels and experiences beyond her physical capabilities. In it, moreover, her ideals are realized. As an idealist, and one who is blessed to gather Paradise in her hands (or at least a taste of it), I sometimes feel as if I'm living in a poem...