Monday, November 07, 2011

Floods Have Slit the Hills

The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly-and true-
But let a Splinter swerve-
'Twere easier for You-

To put a Current back-
When Floods have slit the Hills-
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves-
And trodden out the Mills-

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

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