“The Brain, within its Groove” Lyrics
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—
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—
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Genius Annotation
In “The Brain runs Smoothly in its Groove” Emily Dickinson tells of the awesome power of ideas, and their ability to reshape the entire landscape of the nation and the world around them.
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