Emily Dickinson

Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
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Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
'Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevails
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,--you're straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses, like the Heft
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There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes--

And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large read more

And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
But large enough for me.

For Love is Immortality.

For Love is Immortality.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.