There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
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… When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
