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poem - Dickinson

Posted by obsidian on January 15, 2011, at 12:27:53

by Emily Dickinson

There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings, are.

None may teach it anything,
'T is the seal, despair, --
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.

Re: poem - Dickinson » obsidian

Posted by floatingbridge on February 14, 2011, at 11:05:15

In reply to poem - Dickinson, posted by obsidian on January 15, 2011, at 12:27:53

Sid, has anyone told you lately that you are wonderful? You are. I really like you.

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Re: poem - Dickinson » floatingbridge

Posted by obsidian on February 15, 2011, at 7:25:23

In reply to Re: poem - Dickinson » obsidian, posted by floatingbridge on February 14, 2011, at 11:05:15

Wow, that was sweet. :-). I really like you too. :-)
Sid

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