Pages

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.


4 comments:

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

    ReplyDelete
  2. Gorgeous photos. The light is absolutely divine!

    ReplyDelete

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...