четверг, сентября 13, 2012

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!

Emily Dickinson
[I. LIFE, XXVI.]
1896

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