Thursday, November 22, 2012

heavenly hurt

There's a certain Slant of light

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 —

A few days before the frost, there was still so much colour in the trees. So much light hanging there.

When you take a handful of these seed pods and throw them up high, they float down like helicopters.

An Imperial affliction, the light.

Light descending on the thorns of the wild rose bush - that sort of heavenly hurt.

And yet, somehow, with all the snow and minus 20 C. weather - still this green. It confounds.


  1. The colours in the last photo are impossible to describe. Yes, thank you.

  2. Gorgeous photos. The light is absolutely divine!


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