Friday, February 10, 2012

January 25 - Dear Ms. Dickinson,


There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons – 
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes – 

Well I have seen your slant of light,
On a winter afternoon
But I found freedom – not oppression –
In your cathedral tune

The shadows on the field
Wrote their hymnal on the Green
As the landscape listened
Death looked upon the scene

And I saw His face –
The shadows silent fell –
As I looked into his eyes
Your cathedral’s bell did knell.

My heart - it may be damaged,
Your heavenly hurt did scar;
But I see this scar in others
And in us, your freedoms are.

So go and tell the people,
Sing it loud and clear:
There’s a certain slant of light-
That you all should hear.

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