The Brain—is wider than the Sky—For—put them side by side—The one the other will containWith 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—
“Do not be afraid of no, Who has so very far to go”:
New caution to occur To one whose inner scream set her to cede, for softer lapping and smooth fur!
Whose esoteric need Was merely to avoid the nettle, to not-bleed.
Stupid, like a street That beats into a dead end and dies there, with nothing left to reprimand or meet.
And like a candle fixed Against dismay and countershine of mixed
Wild moon and sun. And like A flying furniture, or bird with lattice wing; or gaunt thing, a-stammer down a nightmare neon peopled with condor, hawk and shrike.
To say yes is to die. A lot or a little. The dead wear capably their wry
Enabled emblems. They smell. But that and that they do not altogether yell is all that we know well.
It is brave to be involved, To be not fearful to be unresolved.
Her new wish was to smile When answers took no airships, walked a while.