• There's a Certain Slant of Light by Emily Dickinson

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• "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 – "