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 -

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The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!

135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,

XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—

Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,