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Emily Dickinson - Part Two: Nature: There`s a certain slant of light
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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.
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