Dickenson, one line at a time

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.






The SOUL selects her own society 
Not the mind, not God 
The society is formed through selective souls

Then shuts the door;
As if to say no more
To let no more enter
To cut itself off through its own accord

On her divine majority 
The rest of the souls, the soulless and the rest Divinity attributed through selection
Selection attributed through triage of divinity
Divinity selected by the soul  


Obtrude no more.
Shut the door
This is not the time, nor the place, nor the company
Definitive



Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing
Focused
One soul slows to near another  


At her low gate;
Humbly, one's soul has been approached
A gate sends a message
A low gate sends the same message, yet can be overcome with ease  


Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling 
A great soul has humbled itself
Humility is a dance for two Respect is mutual  


Upon her mat. 
Singled out, a second soul has come to the society 
It rests where the first lay itself down 
It's looked down upon no more than it has chosen to look up to another 


I've known her from an ample nation
Familiar and capable
The past is not forgotten

Choose one;
Like any other, why not
Ready for judgement
Ready for success as much as failure

Then close the valves of her attention
The soul has decided
It has closed a passage
Either in acceptance inside
Or rejection outside

Like stone.
Strong resolve
Heavily weighted in favor for or against
Not immovably, but decisively