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 --

Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 258. There's a certain Slant of light,
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day: Aug 4 2002

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