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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 30
XLIII.
THE
BRAIN.
The
brain
is
bigger
than
the
sky,
Put
them
side
by
side,
The
brain
can
hold
the
sky
And
you
inside.
The
brain
is
deeper
than
the
sea,
Hold
them
blue
to
blue,
The
brain
takes
in
the
sea,
Like
sponges
do.
The
brain
is
like
God's
weight,
Lift
them
pound
by
pound,
They
are
different,
if
at
all,
Like
word
and
sound.
A
bone
with
no
inside;
What
can
we
do
with
it?
It
is
not
good
for
food,
Not
for
a
pet
or
a
person.
A
bone
must
help
others,
A
person
must
help
too;
A
bone
with
nothing
inside
Is
more
wrong
than
bad.
But
how
do
things
get
new?
How
do
they
start
again?
—
We
see
this
old
question
In
front
of
us
again!
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