Evening Poetry, February 28

“There’s a Certain Slant of Light”

by Emily Dickinson

There’s a certain Slant of light

On 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 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.

You can find this poem in The Four Seasons: Poems.

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