Much Madness Is Divinest Sense

Poem By Emily Dickinson

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 -

Comments about Much Madness Is Divinest Sense

my best and favourite poem
This poem is the epitome for all artists and visionaries to repeat to themselves when in moments of self doubt. Van Gogh, Thelonius Monk and others like them bear the truth and embody the meaning behind this poem.
The brilliance if this poem, I think, lies in the word 'demure.' It's such a harmless word, entirely unworthy of chains.
Wow nice pen work
I absolutely love this poem. A wonderful professor turned me on to Ms. Dickinson and I haven't looked back since. Sorry, I'm not going to inject any snotty intellectual elitism here. Dickinson never needed it and this piece presents a fine insight into why.


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