Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, par 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 -

858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.

LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -

270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise

It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,

386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?

306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—