10.21.2008

#303

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

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