Saturday, January 13, 2018

Haunting branches




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    BY EMILY DICKINSON

    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 –

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  2. Ignore the list above the poem. (Except perhaps the last word "search") I copied it inadvertently.

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