The Soul selects her own Society-
Then-shuts the Door-
To her divine Majority-
Present no more-
Unmoved-she notes the Chariots pausing-
At her low Gate-
Unmoved-an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat-
I’ve known her-from an ample nation-
Then-close the Valves of her attention-
I was led to this poem by Emily Dickenson through the work of two artists showing a 1ShanthiRoad right now.I think that it applies to ‘reconnaissance 2’ and the labels project.
Is fortunate that ‘The Emily Dickenson project’ is showing with ‘reconnaissance 2’ and that I’ve been able to interact with it. Do come and see us!