Sunday, July 31, 2011

By Emily Dickinson (1830 to 1886)

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.

This blog is not just about songs, no? Some poems are songs, stories, ideas, messages - all by themselves.

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