I've decided to make Wednesday a poetry day. Every Wednesday I'll post a poem with a little information about the poet. You will be tested at some point in the future (just kidding, I think). I don't have a clever name like I came up with for Silent Sunday-- if anyone has an idea let me know. So here you go: the first official poetry day poem is from Emily Dickinson.
Emily Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts in 1830. During her life she rarely traveled outside of Amherst and earned a reputation for being eccentric. She wrote nearly 1800 poems but published fewer than a dozen during her life. This is one of my favorites.
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.
Robin, the lonely blog mistress
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