Monday, October 28, 2013

Quiet Soul

March, 2001
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 -- 

 Emily Dickinson
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3 comments:

  1. 37paddingtonOctober 28, 2013 at 5:12 PM

    just want to say i'm here and love.

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  2. Ms. MoonOctober 28, 2013 at 6:14 PM

    You always find the perfect poem. Sophie has always had beautiful hair, hasn't she?

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  3. KristenOctober 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM

    See, I've never felt so great about my own self expression, much less in my ability to interpret that of others. But this visual and poem speak so loudly.

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