There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons

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There's A Certain Slant Of Light,

by Emily Dickinson

There's a certain slant of light,
   On winter afternoons,
   That oppresses, like the weight
   Of cathedral tunes.

   Heavenly hurt it gives us;
   We can find no scar,
   But internal difference
   Where the meanings are.

   None may teach it anything,
   ' T is the seal, despair, --
   An imperial affliction
   Sent us of the air.

   When it comes, the landscape listens,
   Shadows hold their breath;
   When it goes, 't is like the distance
   On the look of death.