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 -

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

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.
Emerson said: It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion, it is easy in solitude to live after one's own. But great is the man who in midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.