Monday, January 17, 2011

A Certain Slant of Light..................

Emily Dickinson

Theres 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 Dispair -
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.



Teresa Evangeline said...

I never used to like Emily Dickinson, and then, I did. Something changed in me and I saw her differently. I'm so glad it did. thank you for posting this fine poem.

Cletis L. Stump said...

I also never liked Dickinson and still don't care much for her. I always feel she is working very hard to say something very insightful but doesn't quite know what or how.