Emily Dickinson Poems

Emily Dickinson Poems

There’s a certain Slant of light

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 –  …

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Answer July

Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay? Ah, said July— Where is the Seed— Where is the Bud— Where is the May— Answer Thee—Me— Nay—said the May— Show me the Snow— Show me the Bells— Show me the Jay! Quibbled the Jay— Where be the Maize— Where be …

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