This Emily Dickinson poem is quite solemn and sad.
It offers little solace to those who read it.
I feel bad, imagining her writing this.
She only lived 56 years.
I am not sure why,
since it is Summer,
I am posting this.
I think it is because of a few of my friends,
fellow bloggers, are going through more
turmoil than I would wish for them
to have to go through.
There has been another enormous tragedy, the Malaysian airplane
which held possibly 300 people in it. The images of its crashing
down in the Ukraine, imprinted on my thoughts today.
There are some assumptions of its being shot down
or a bomb having been set off, within it.
Most of the television newscasters
are leaning towards the former,
rather than the latter
“A Certain Slant of Light”
~ Emily Dickinson ~
(1830 – 1886)
“There’s a certain Slant of light,
That oppresses like the Heft
Of Cathedral tunes.
Heavenly Hurt, it give 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.”
Reprinted on the internet with permission from
Amhearst College, from the book,
“The Poems of Emily Dickinson,”
originally published posthumously, in 1951.