Sep 1, 2009

The Soul Selects Her Own Society

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.



Anonymous said...

La-La, La-La, La-la, La-La, La-La, La-Ti-Da...

Anonymous said...

Hey Annony,
You're missing one "La"...

Tom S said...

I'm pretty sure it starts with a Sha-la-la.

Poof said...

You guys are messin' with me. You are going to force me into a trip to Starbucks if you don't quit.