Monday, 13 February 2012



With all the hype of Valentines Day just around the corner I thought this little 'love' poem would be the perfect antidote to the versified drivel that raises its commercial head at this time of year ! Dickinson's poem packs a powerful punch as you know from reading these twelve lines that this lady knows all about real love and knows whom she has set that love on ! Oh for such certainty , I hear some of you cry ! ~GOSh.~

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

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