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 --
-Em D.
1 comment:
Her words always haunt me... so filled with sadness and an aching heart. So much of what she wrote in her lifetime rings true with me on a daily basis. Her words never age... never grow tiring... and are always relevant in the here and now.
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