There's a certain Slant of light, (320) by Emily Dickinson

There's a certain Slant of light, (320)

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 –