Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense

Much Madness is divinest Sense -

To a discerning Eye -

Much Sense– the starkest Madness –

’Tis the Majority

In this, as All, prevail -

Assent– and you are sane –

Demur - you’re straightaway dangerous -

And handled with a Chain -

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