Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Brain Within It's Groove - Poem by Emily Dickinson

The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014


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