The Brain, Within Its Groove, par Emily Dickinson

The Brain, Within Its Groove

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The Brain, within its Groove

Runs evenly—and true—

But let a Splinter swerve—

’Twere easier for You—

To put a Current back—

When Floods have slit the Hills—

And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves—

And trodden out the Mills—

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I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…

975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—

716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,

So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go

I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…

MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!