Today's poem

It can be understood from the last two lines in the second stanza that Dickinson is not pious but introspective. In lambency of weak light, readers see that the shadow of death is passing over.

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 –

Self Portrait by Robert Mapplethorpe