Poem: Exclusion

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

Exclusion

 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.