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.
*ahem
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4 comments:
I'm not usually one to argue with Emily, but...
Perhaps that kneeling emperor
Would have a shot
At prying ope your closéd valves
If he were hot.
You do have a point there, Brooks.
Kneeling is the best way in.
A kneeling emperor is a start, but you can do better.
Rooting for you.
ah...thank you, Brooks...somehow that's exactly what i needed to hear.
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