The Brain — is wider than the Sky (632)
by Emily Dickinson
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
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—
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
She pust different things side by side to shaw how strong is brain.
Another utopia The Brain is deeper than the sea— For—hold them—Blue to Blue—. And the strange blue brain it is differnt things to see and then she sees that she cannot distinguish them.
Another extraordinary thing that The one the other will absorb— As Sponges—Buckets—do— the one will absorb the other.
She explains the this symbolic poem The Brain is just the weight of God—. The man goes to the God willing. But another utopia that is nothing acoeding to poem For—Heft them—Pound for Pound— And they will differ—if they do— As Syllable from Sound—. It how pound sounds and nothing more.
by Emily Dickinson
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
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—
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
She pust different things side by side to shaw how strong is brain.
Another utopia The Brain is deeper than the sea— For—hold them—Blue to Blue—. And the strange blue brain it is differnt things to see and then she sees that she cannot distinguish them.
Another extraordinary thing that The one the other will absorb— As Sponges—Buckets—do— the one will absorb the other.
She explains the this symbolic poem The Brain is just the weight of God—. The man goes to the God willing. But another utopia that is nothing acoeding to poem For—Heft them—Pound for Pound— And they will differ—if they do— As Syllable from Sound—. It how pound sounds and nothing more.