The Soul Selects Her Own Society

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

by Emily Dickinson

 

This text is linked to:
Lecture Notes no. 9
Lecture Notes no.12
Lecture Notes no.13