Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Exclusion

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.

1. A Service of Song
2. Renunciation
3. Psalm of the Day
4. Love’s Baptism
5. Resurrection

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