Selecting Our 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, c. 1862)* This poem... Continue Reading →

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