by
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
The soul selects her own society
Language: English
Available translation(s): GER
The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts [the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude]2 no more.
Unmoved, she notes the [chariot's]2 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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1 Getty: "the door,/ To her divine majority/ Present"
2 Getty: "chariots"
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert F. Baksa (b. 1938), "The soul selects her own society", published 1977 [ voice, piano ], from Emily Dickinson Songs, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Gordon Getty (b. 1933), "The soul selects her own society" [ soprano and piano ], from The White Election - A Song Cycle for soprano and piano on 32 poems of Emily Dickinson, Part 2 : So We Must Meet Apart, no. 11 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Alistair Hinton (b. 1950), "Exclusion", op. 40 no. 4 [ high soprano and piano ], from Six Songs for high soprano and piano, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Jitka Koželuhová (b. 1966), "The soul", 1991-92, copyright © 1997 [ soprano and piano ], from Six Songs on Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , no title, copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 12
Word count: 53
Die Seele sucht sich den aus, den sie...
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English
Die Seele sucht sich den aus, den sie will,
schließt dann das Tor,
lässt niemand mehr zum Kreise der
Erlauchten vor.
Sieht ungerührt, wie Kutschen halten
vor ihrer Tür,
sieht kühl zu, wie auf ihrer Matte
ein Kaiser kniet.
Ich weiß, sie wählt - aus vielen - einen
allein,
schließt dann die Wahrnehmungsventile -
wie Stein.
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This text was added to the website: 2018-06-22
Line count: 12
Word count: 56