Sunday, July 15, 2012

The Soul

The Soul selects her own Society
Then -- Shuts the Door
To her divine Majority
Present no more

Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing
At her low Gate
Unmoved -- an Emperor be 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