Life XIII. the soul selects her own society (303), por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XIII. the soul selects her own society (303)

Part One: Life

XIII

THE soul selects her own society,

Then shuts the door;

On her divine majority

Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing

At her low gate;

Unmoved, an emperor is 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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