Here you will find the Poem At The Back Of The Brain. of poet Robert Crawford
At the back of the brain a picture lies Of all we have been and done, And ever and then a color flames In the shadow of thought's sun. At the back of the brain our life-tale's writ In wondrous words and fine, And poet and painter but mimic it, Your life, my friend, and mine. They are God's spies it may be, yet They lack the art to limn The back of the brain of a man that moves And makes a dream of him.
