Beautifull, Mike. I called it 'Emily Dickinson on Winnicott's Paradox', and put it in Portuguese - it sounds this way:

Muito na loucura é o mais divino senso

Para o olho que discerne.

Muito do que é senso é o pior delírio

É essa a maturidade.

Nisto, como em tudo, persiste

Aceita e eis que és são.

Renega, e serás cabal perigo

A ser atado por correntes.

(In Portuguese the vowels are said with their face value. An A is A (another), an E is E (egg), the I is an I - like in 'in', the O is like the O in Owful, and the U is U like Mobutu.
I know you'll not be able to sense it, unless you have a latin friend  - but nevertheless...

Thanks.
Be well.
Davy.


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-