. . . it is almost impossible that I should be here.

"It is almost impossible that I should be here..."

A certain Slant of Light... (Newport, RI)

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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 –

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