Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Her Own Society

The Soul Selects Her Own Society (303)
~ by Emily Dickinson
 
 
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—


                                 
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Pictures of Washington, D.C.

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