© lovelycloudydayThere’s a certain slant of lightOn winter afternoons,That oppresses, lik

© lovelycloudyday

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, it is like the distance

On the look of death.

-Emily Dickinson-