Emily Dickinson: The Brain, within it's Groove Runs evenly - and tr
The Brain, within it's Groove
Runs evenly - and true -
But let a Splinter swerve -
'Twere easier for You -
To put the Waters back -
When Floods have slit the Hills -
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves -
And shoved away - the Mills.
Emily Dickinson
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Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...