Life

XIII. The Soul Selects Her Own Society

XIII.

The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more,
Nor let in rude, smelly guests.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat,
And forgot to take off his shoes.

I’ve known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone,
Owing to the visitor’s weird grooming habits and perplexing necktie.

 

One of her most famous ones, of course. A couple short interpretations.

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