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 
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death