Author Emily Dickinson 838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine A Chance's faintest Tincture And in the former Dram Enchantment makes ingredient As certainly as Doom— Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments