Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Dickinson despises (dislikes) the life of the frogs that croak in the same tone without understanding what the sound really means. The poet expresses her anger towards the society for curtailing (limiting) the right and freedom of an individual. She is clearly unhappy with the system in which you have to accept even something fundamentally illogical simply because that is accepted by the majority.
To a sagacious and a discerning eye, madness is a kind of divine sense. The madness of poets and philosophers is often described as divine frenzy. Conversely too much of practical outlook (sense) is a kind of madness. That is how the discerning eyes of poets and philosophers view them, but sadly, the majority view prevails in this, as in all oilier things in life. If you agree with the majority, you are regarded sane. If you demur and raise objections to the majority view, you are regarded as insane and are straight away put in chains and sent to a lunatic house. The poet’s complaint is that the majority have only practical sense and they judge the sanity of a man in terms of his conformity with them. They do not understand that a genius endowed with divine madness, can demur. Poets and philosophers value that divine madness most but practical men do not.
In one sense, the poetess is defending her own position and her isolated way of life. “Much Madness is Divine” is sophisticated and wittily ironic, as well as scornful towards the society and its systems of conformity. There is no room for individuality. The poem expresses a strong feeling of personal suffering. The discerning eye represents the person who sees that choosing what the world calls sense may produce emptiness, or waste, or pretension, all of which are madness to a sensitive person. The poet expresses an increasingly mocking anger. The first three lines are illustrating the daring of independent souls. The last three lines show how they are restricted. The middle two lines provide the transition from the personal to the social level. The last three lines imply the brutal forces that the majority uses to hold people in line.
This poem by Emily Dickinson can be compared to the poem “The Lunatic” by the great Nepali poet Laxmi Prasad Devkota. In that poem Devkota prefers to be called a lunatic (mad) rather than accepting the fake (belief) notion of the majority. Dickinson also speaks in the same line. The majority of average intelligence cannot even differentiate the mentally retarded and the genius. Therefore, the poem is a bitter satire against the society who considered Dickinson as mad. It wipes out as mad. If wipes out the traditionally drawn line that differentiates the sensible and the senseless, and tries to redefine what madness is?
The poem is brilliantly constructed, with the first three lines illustrating the daring of independent souls, the last three lines showing how they are restricted, and the middle two lines providing the transition from the personal to the social level. This poem ritualizes the internalization of social bondage.
Shrestha, Roma. "Much Madness is Divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson: Summary and Critical Analysis." BachelorandMaster, 9 Nov. 2013, bachelorandmaster.com/britishandamericanpoetry/much-madness-is-divinest-sense.html.
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