I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.~Emily Dickinson
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
Yup. Pretty much this. It’s the end of the school year, which means that of course nothing is going smoothly and everything is fraught with complication, so I’m just going to leave it at this and call it good.
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.~Emily Dickinson
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.
I love this one. So much. “The brain is just the weight of God.” I don’t think I have anything to add to this, so I’ll just leave it here for your enjoyment.
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