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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 11. Much madness is divinest sense


Much madness is divinest sense

To a discerning eye;

Much sense the starkest madness.

'T is the majority

In this, as all, prevails.

Assent, and you are sane;

Demur, -- you're straightway dangerous,

And handled with a chain.

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