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“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.”
~ Emily Dickinson

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‌‌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.

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Emily is said to have carried a pencil and scraps of paper in her pocket in order to always be prepared when a poem came her way. 

Image of Emily Dickinson – from the daguerreotype taken circa 1848. (my frame)
Poem – Emily Dickinson. Complete Poems. 1924.