Wednesday, November 27, 2013

435 Much Madness is divinest Sense


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 — 





I amazed how that poem speaks to my condition. I am so grateful to Mary Wilder, my three time English professor, who in the dim center of Georgia, made me forget the smell of the paper mill and taught me the difference between classic and popular, thus deepening my appreciation and awareness forever.

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