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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Virtually unknown in her lifetime, Dickinson has come to be regarded as one of the greatest American poets of the 19th century. Although she wrote (at latest count) 1789 poems, only a few of them were published in her lifetime, all anonymously, and some perhaps without her knowledge.
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Longing is like the seed
That wrestles in the ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.
The hour and the zone
Each circumstance unknown,
What constancy must be achieved
Before it see the sun!
<b>Much Madness Is Divinest Sense</b>
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 —
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.