Someone took the meaning of Emily's poem, wrote her / his own poem with the same basic meaning, and asked for help in improving it. Here's my answer:
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 —
Emily Dickinson
2007-02-06
02:19:50
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H. Scot
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