Emily Dickinson

There’s A Certain Slant Of Light

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons– That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes– Heavenly Hurt, it gives us– We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are– None may teach it–Any– ‘Tis the Seal Despair– An imperial affliction Sent us of the air– When it comes, the Landscape listens– Shadows–hold their breath– When it goes, ’tis like the Distance On the look of Death–

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