Thursday, January 05, 2012

My Neighbors House In Late Afternoon Winter Light

There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
'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, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.

-Emily Dickinson


Tara said...

Beautiful... my fav combo... visuals and words... visual and verbal poetry...

la peregrina said...

I glad you enjoy it. :)

la peregrina said...

By the way, "Me Tarzan. " ;)