Wednesday, March 2, 2005

Today's Poem

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.

--Emily Dickinson


tonia/sparrow said...

What I find amazing about Emily Dickinson is that no matter how many times I read her stuff, it's different for me the next time. How does she pack all that meaning into so few words? (or is it just me?!)

Waterfall said...

No, it's not just you. :-) She is amazing. It's like each poem is a tiny little diamond with a million faces. (That sounds a little cheesy, but you probably know what I mean!)

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