Life XI. Much madness is divinest sense (435), by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XI. Much madness is divinest sense (435)

Part One: Life

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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