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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 11 of 446 · First Series: Life

Poem 11

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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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