This is a little gem from Emily Dickinson, who numbered her poems rather than giving them titles. The last stanza borders on transcendentalism, granted, but one could avoid heresy and simply interpret it as highlighting our intellect's key role in making us "the image of God." :) So without further ado, I present to you #632.
The Brain-- is wider than the sky--
For-- put them side by side--
The one the other will contain
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--
The Brain is just the weight of God--
For-- Heft them-- Pound for Pound--
And they will differ-- if they do--
As Syllable from Sound--
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