Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Exclusion - The Soul Selects Her Own Society


The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved,
an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.


Emily Dickinson

1 comment:

Sol said...

uglygirl ~ i feel so ignorant.
thanks fer making me realize Emily was a poet!! ;)