Poem: "there's a certain slant of light" Author : Emily Dickinson Original En

Poem: "there's a certain slant of light"

Author : Emily Dickinson

Original English version:

> 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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Spanish translation:

> There is a certain inclination of light
on winter evenings —
that presses, like the weight
of the cathedral hymns —

It's a heavenly wound —
that doesn't leave a scar,
just an internal difference —
where do meanings live —

No one can teach it — to anyone —
It's the Seal of Despair —
an imperial affliction
sent from the air —

When it arrives, the landscape hears —
the shadows — they hold the breath —
When is, is like distance
in the face of Death —

I want a drawing inspired by the poem

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Poem: "there's a certain slant of light" Author : Emily Dickinson Original English version: > 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 — --- Spanish translation: > There is a certain inclination of light on winter evenings — that presses , like the weight of the cathedral hymns — It's a heavenly wound — that doesn't leave a scar , just an internal difference — where do meanings live — No one can teach it — to anyone — It's the Seal of Despair — an imperial affliction sent from the air — When it arrives , the landscape hears — the shadows — they hold the breath — When is , is like distance in the face of Death — I want a drawing inspired by the poem

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