National Poetry Month: Days 8 and 9: Emily Dickinson

Hi Guys,

Life is so busy.

Yesterday and today, I found myself about 4 hours away on a impromptu trip with my husband, so I didn't get to post poetry.

But, as well all know, family comes first!

Here are two poems I love by the late, great Emily Dickinson. If you are not familiar with her and her work, you should take time to learn about her!

Much Madness is the 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 -


Success is counted sweetest

Success is counted sweetest 
By those who ne'er succeed. 
To comprehend a nectar 
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple 
Host Who took the Flag today 
Can tell the definition 
So clear of victory 

 As he defeated – dying – 
On whose forbidden ear 
The distant strains of triumph 
Burst agonized and clear!