Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life XIII |
THE SOUL selects her own society, | |
Then shuts the door; | |
On her divine majority | |
Obtrude no more. | |
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Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing | 5 |
At her low gate; | |
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling | |
Upon her mat. | |
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I ’ve known her from an ample nation | |
Choose one; | 10 |
Then close the valves of her attention | |
Like stone. |
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