Okay, so fair enough, Emily Dickinson didn’t know she was writing an ode to The Fool when she wrote the following poem in the 1800s but she might as well have been she sums him up so well:
I dwell in Possibility – (466)
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 –
The Fool is all about possibility and his dwelling place IS paradise. Brava Emily! Yet another reason for me to love her. Are you a fan of hers as well?
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