Certain Slant of Light

Emily Dickinson, a 19th Century American Poet, once wrote about winter afternoons like these. Afternoons where the light shined upon the earth in a quite particular way, provoking a sort of calm but at the same time dispirited mode within one’s being. The poem’s name was Certain Slant of Light. This particular poem caught my attention because the words read as though I wrote them. I had felt that slant of light on winter afternoons. When I took this picture, I could have sat down and written these words at that very moment cause that’s how I felt too. I understood this misunderstood poem lamenting what could be and how, at times, the Universe gives us an angle, a fractal time-like state where light shines upon reality. Go figure. Many interpretations exist; regardless, the poem is genius. Dickinson was a poet ahead of her time, leaving the world with so many thought-provoking moments of her life. This picture represents one of those moments that although captivating…

…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, Certain Slant of Light

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