There’s a certain slant of light…
… on winter afternoons.
There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.None may teach it anything,
‘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.Emily Dickinson
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