There's A Certain Slant Of Light

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Title:     There's A Certain Slant Of Light
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

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,
' T is the seal, despair, --
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: There's A Certain Slant Of Light

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