4.11.05

Readings at the dawn

I had no time to Hate-
Because
The Grave would hinder Me-
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish - Enmity -

Nor had I time to Love -
But since
Some Industry must be -
The little Toil of Love -
I thought
Be large enought for Me-

*****
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're the sane-
Demur - you're straightway dangerous-
And handled with a Chain-

(Emily Dickinson, in Final Harvest - Emily Dickinson's Poems. Selections by Thomas H. Johnson)

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