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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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