While many of Dickinson’s poems stand out due to their overt religiosity, “598” struck me in particular. Much of it is dedicated to expounding upon the power and grandiosity of human imagination- represented here as the brain being “wider than the sky” and “deeper than the sea” (1679-1680), with the capacity to hold and absorb any information- but the last stanza specifically runs a comparison between the human mind and God himself. The brain is not more impressive than God, unlike its relationship with the sky and the sea, but it is “just the weight of God” (1680) and differs only as much as a syllable from a sound.
Oddly, this reads almost like sacrilege. Most theological arguments don’t quite touch on a direct comparison between God and man which places them on the same level. Man might be made in God’s image, but he is not meant to exist as God does, nor should he think himself capable of encompassing everything that God is and can do. That would be an arrogance the likes of which got the Tower of Babel’s builders in such trouble. But Dickinson still draws that connection, and she does it out of love for God. Her dedication to poetry and to creation is akin to godliness; it is a spirituality in and of itself and because it is a product of her imagination, that imagination becomes holy.