"There’s a certain Slant of light... (365/17 Jan. 17, 2014)

...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 —"

 

- Emily Dickinson -

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