fridayseptember282001
Friday, September 28, 2001
Poems (Series 3) / by Emily Dickinson [electronic text]
I. LIFE.
XLIII.
THE BRAIN. |
THE brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
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, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound. |
A guy just walked by my open office window vigorously and rather jazzily whistling "Jingle Bells." Hold on, I haven't even got to my Halloween candy yet.
I wince everytime I visit yinzgandantananat; the bgcolor is still black. I think, "Hmm, she hasn't changed it back. Why not? Well, why change it? What business is it of mine? What's the rush? Does black mean what I think it means? How long it will be that way? What is LS thinking or feeling?" And then I think about deleting this paragraph.
Say...
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