Writer's Block: A Favorite Poem

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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 kneeling
Upon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.

For Pearltook1

I am going to post the original picture from my kitty icon under the cut...

( Jerry & Groucho... )