Sunday, September 27, 2009

A Certain Slant of Light

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons --
That oppresses, like the Heft --
Of Cathedral Tunes

wrote Emily Dickinson in her poem, whose last stanza begins

When it comes, the Landscape listens --
Shadows -- hold their breath --.

Today the certain slant of light said light and shadow, and I listened and held my breath.

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