Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
LXXXII
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| THERES a certain slant of light, | |
| On winter afternoons, | |
| That oppresses, like the weight | |
| Of cathedral tunes. | |
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| Heavenly hurt it gives us; | 5 |
| We can find no scar, | |
| But internal difference | |
| Where the meanings are. | |
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| None may teach it anything, | |
| T is the seal, despair, | 10 |
| An imperial affliction | |
| Sent us of the air. | |
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| When it comes, the landscape listens, | |
| Shadows hold their breath; | |
| When it goes, t is like the distance | 15 |
| On the look of death. | |
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