(First stanza is the original Emily Dickinson version, the second
is my interpretive continuation.)
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 straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -
Such Sadness is a joyous Hymn -
When sung specifically –
And Joy - forlorn Disparity -
A sordid Lullaby
Those who balance tenderly -
Glow – but still unseen –
Smile – a fluorescent pall –
With symphonies between -
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