320 ﹙Theres a certain Slant of light﹚
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 – Any –
"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, tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –
--By Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886
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