The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will contain beside. With ease,and you beside. The brain is deeper than the sea, For hold them, blue to blue, The one the other will absorb, As sponges, buckets do. The brain is just the weight of God, For, heft them, pound for pound, And they will differ, if they do, As syllable from sound.
Emily Dickinson’s mind was so much her own that there is nothing in literature quite like her unpredictable twists of thought and her trick of changing cryptic non sequiturs into crystal epigrams. She is inexhaustible and inimitable.Lives of the Poets