Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Edward Hopper and Emily Dickenson


There's a certain Slant of light by Emily Dickenson
 
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That opresses, 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--

-- Emily Dickinson

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