Here is one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson.
There’s a certain Slant of light (320)
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 –
mirabile dictu 
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Oh, thank you, Joan. This looks lovely, and I did not know about his work.
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Now I’m even keener to find my old volume – thank you for sharing this!
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She’s so worth it! I am glad I ordered this new little book, because these poems suit me this winter.
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