Emily Dickinson / There's a Certain Slant of Light

THERE’S A CERTAIN SLANT OF LIGHT

By Emily Dickinson

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 -
hen it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death -