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 –

More from Emily Dickinson:

• There is no Frigate like a Book
• There’s a certain Slant of light
• They shut me up in Prose
• This World is not Conclusion
• To fight aloud is very brave
• Wild nights – Wild nights!