Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you’re straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -

1. No Time to Hate
2. The Grass
3. I Measure Every Grief I Meet
4. A Precious Mouldering
5. Wild Nights

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