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A Certain slant of light….

We do love a poem, especially when its about the countryside, death and Winter...

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 –