Just to think about....

Monday, 12 April 2010

Here is a wonderful poem by Emily Dickinson, the reclusive volcano, who died in Amherst Massachusetts in 1886. She was 54. None of her work was published in her lifetime.

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.